She tosses her hair
flowing in the
late summer's winds
as free as she wants to be.
With eyes closed
and a tilted head,
poised -- towards the sky,
a squinting smile
glimmering
in the fainting sun,
arms dangling,
welcoming the dawn of dusk;
and glowing --
from
the beauty within.
Shabazz Wilson
9-17-08
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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