Friday, November 9, 2018

Apollo, part III

A name of no face,
a face of no man.

Bathed upon the sunshine,
in the back of my mind.

If I spoke would you talk?
I just pretend I didn't hear.

So pretty, I fear, 
pity I never came near.

Was I embarrassed, or shy?
'Tis but a memory, honoured goodbye.

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