Don’t Look Too Deep

Every time I see
Her fragile form
Pass my way.
I want to reach
Long arms out
And hold her.
Until some colour
Reaches her heart.
Warmth in her veins.
A wanting to stay.
Yet I sit holding
My own hands back.
Careful as a thief, for
She would crumble.
Like yesterdays paper.
Blown away on the wind.
And I would be left.
My own muse
And creative soul.
Gone from me forever.

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