Feb 20

Catching a Star

Her bright eyes were sunken
Into the deep folds of her skin.
Her silver hair curled about her head
Like a halo.
Her lips were set in a permanent smile,
Her back was hunched like a bow.
Her bony hand reached for the sky,
To catch a star, and put it in her pocket.
Her back straightened as she stood,
Her hair turned from silver to gold.
Her eyes shined brighter
With nothing to hide them.
She was young again,
Running through a field of bliss. 

 
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