The Girl With The Yellow Rose

This bridge to the unknown
still infuses hope in her expectations
day by day, night by night.
In the périphérique around her
she wanders aimlessly
walking by the shadow
of memories and hope:
will he ever come back?
The seducer’s overture whispers
with his breath his erotic words.
words of torture.

Falling in love is a duty of the mind…

Unfolds her life backwards
the only thing is left to live on…
How long this yearning will last

No one else will do
No one…

Sophia Fine – March 2011