Elegance of shadow wins the race <br />passers by such looks <br />cannot erase. <br />Blood if boiled leads to troubled <br />parting of the ways you rocked <br />his boat. <br />Minds that meld a meeting halfway <br />to share a crust of bread <br />some milk. <br />Standing long upon the shore the sun <br />shines ever more it has a way <br />with words.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-words-unrifled-grace/
