Listening to every heart
Upon the wingless who must, grounded, see
Away from her once doubly-blinding guise;
That she so braces tight her knees, and seeks
Repentance for her monetary days
Now it is I smiling at Your critique message...seems you're not really asking for one, either. Got to love them that just want to know how it strikes, hey?
And these lines struck me well. You painted her so well with these few lines, that I could see her out there in the sun...
You are one of the few, Brian, that make me wish I had a better grasp of everything. If only to be able to say thank you in a better way.