"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;/
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...“ W.B. Yeats.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
In her own way
She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards, she held up her hands - as if in terror of upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.