Simpatico

her relationship

with common man

was simpatico;

resting

together

like butterflies

upon flowers

in a field of

dreams

fluttering their wings

in the morning

sun.

her power

usurped

by its own

femininity

was that

simple.

in strict

manner

of

ipso facto

‘the secret

of

life became

no more

than

living

it’.

yet,

she

unwittingly

lived inside

her

brain

so

cracked-o

written

in

notes

and

pieces.

 

 

 

 

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