December 17, 2011 06:23:02 PM
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Helene

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In the village of fiery people
with hair so red
lived the girl with the flaxen hair.
Teases and taunts met not temper
Of the girl with the flaxen hair.

The “Idiot” shielded his ears
from ribald jeers
Heeding the humming
Of the girl with the flaxen hair.

Villagers disremembered
when sighted last the two.
when last did they hear
the murmuring song
Of the girl with the flaxen hair.

Midst flowers colored by dawn
swaying with delicate breeze
Faintly was heard an echoing song
Of the girl wih the flaxen hair.


Comments [1]

from “norman”: with every color there is a mix to prime

Dec. 18 2011 01:11 AM

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