Tan Pratonix - Quiet Girl

My emotions
Gushing from a deep and unknown well
Drift through the turbulent ocean
Of this world and dwell
An hour or so
In a haven of strange beauty.

What is this strange beauty? A girl
No more than twenty; whose slim shoulders
I could have caught rose to the puffed sleeves
Of her green cotton frock and slid slender
Olive-brown arms to her fingertips; whose
Raven hair fell in wavelets to her neck; whose tender
Rose lips curved naturally there
Was a smile when there wasn't.

So simple,
The Grecian nose and eyes I cannot define
Seemed to brood an unquiet air
In her quietness
And make cold and alien all that had charmed...

And yet
Wanting to reach out and comprehend her.

Tan Pratonix

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