ALLUSIVE

Allusive

She is allusive,

Who can take her place?

She bequeath a sunset and a soulful ride,

A vision and a fate.

Who dares to go in,

to understand why she ran.

For it was a man,

Who in her soul beget,

An ancient tragic met,

Going down in time.

Within her soul he rides,

She is allusive,

But her soul he did make.

Lest freedom he did take.

Linda Booth

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