when she fell, <br />not moon, nor wind responded <br />'an abysmal fall, indeed, ' <br />was the carnal cry in the woods <br />'he who shelters such a wand <br />will surely be understood' <br /> <br />and the words fell like lightning, <br />one sunless morning of half-regret- <br />which quickly turned into a noon of wonder<br /><br />Spiros Zafiris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moments-2/
