she stood
away from the darkened door
in a robe
encompassing the soul-less
life of a planet
fire burnt
her hair into the dark
from the light
passing through a lifeless
door of a world
she alone
her life built so full
off the feasts
actioning around her motionless
aura of lights and darks
this room
her room and only world
of what she made
staying there in the loneliness
purity of a virgin
stan pelfrey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/317-woman/
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