The Marriage
By benafim
The Marriage. She sat on an iron bench, Amongst a coop of yew trees. A faceless man, by her side. Further down the valley, In a shallow river, I looked for shiny pebbles to give her. She smiled, and the faceless faded. But I sensed his presence as a hurried Shadow across a cloudless sky. Saddened by the foretold, I gave the river Back its glimmer. Walked away and not once turned around To see what had become of my bride. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 08:23 PM PST 0 • 8
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