She lies there by the crumpled paper <br />among scattered words and a broken pen... <br />creases narrating the story <br />and blots of ink feigning its reality... <br />as I stare in a revered silence <br />she is changing into something beyond the reach of my language...<br /><br />Rince Wind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crumpled-paper/
