Elegance of shadow wins the race
passers by such looks
cannot erase.
Blood if boiled leads to troubled
parting of the ways you rocked
his boat.
Minds that meld a meeting halfway
to share a crust of bread
some milk.
Standing long upon the shore the sun
shines ever more it has a way
with words.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-words-unrifled-grace/
