he held her little finger
and carefully led her
through the entrance
and when it's time
for him to go, he left
it to her to find the exit....
she only knows how
to give and gave him
her best side always
now, he of her imagination
is more complete than
he of reality...
10may2010
20.58hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-biography-of-an-unknown-woman-xviii/
