Hot as an icicle.
Cool.
A sizzling flame.
At times a wond’ring gypsy girl,
then a mannered dame.
Calm as the waterfall.
Deep.
A shallow grave.
With secrets hidden, far away
in the darkened mountain cave.
A puzzle with no pieces.
A universe that never ceases.
Norway without the fjords.
Ladies! Where are the Lords?
More x and less y.
Believe me – I surely try
to emerge from b’hind my mask
Where I am safe
is quite a task.
Showing myself
for the world to see.
At times I hide.
At times I flee.
My many moods
and me.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Justine Knolle.
Published on e-Stories.org on 21.04.2005.
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