Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Woman made of water
Walking through the night
She glides over the land
Dancing in moonlight

Twisting around corners
Flowing over cold cement
The world is asleep
What is her intent

She is in a hurry
Swimming through the dark
No time to waste
Her heart's last spark

So quickly she moves
She cannot afford to be late
Just through this field of sand
Woman of water will meet her fate

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