My emotions <br />Gushing from a deep and unknown well <br />Drift through the turbulent ocean <br />Of this world and dwell <br />An hour or so <br />In a haven of strange beauty. <br /> <br />What is this strange beauty? A girl <br />No more than twenty; whose slim shoulders <br />I could have caught rose to the puffed sleeves <br />Of her green cotton frock and slid slender <br />Olive-brown arms to her fingertips; whose <br />Raven hair fell in wavelets to her neck; whose tender <br />Rose lips curved naturally there <br />Was a smile when there wasn't. <br /> <br />So simple, <br />The Grecian nose and eyes I cannot define <br />Seemed to brood an unquiet air <br />In her quietness <br />And make cold and alien all that had charmed... <br /> <br />And yet <br />Wanting to reach out and comprehend her.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-girl-3/
