Two children in a dense wood
Lifting her hand he notices tender eyes
Glowing she reaches for him
and puts a delicate flower on his lips
stroking his soft hair
He smiles having caught her
attention he catches the light
in her eyes and lives one thousand lives
separated by seconds of bliss
he takes a thousand breaths and
when he returns to this life he sees
her warm breath escape her lips
and
moving up he seizes
it in his hands to feel
her soul rubbing through his fingers
And in the mirror of a pond
He sees himself
and slowly becomes her
and in the pallid moonlight
he cannot tell where his reflection
begins and where hers ends
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
Two children in a dense wood
Lifting her hand he notices tender eyes
Glowing she reaches for him
and puts a delicate flower on his lips
stroking his soft hair
He smiles having caught her
attention he catches the light
in her eyes and lives one thousand lives
separated by seconds of bliss
he takes a thousand breaths and
when he returns to this life he sees
her warm breath escape her lips
and
moving up he seizes
it in his hands to feel
her soul rubbing through his fingers
And in the mirror of a pond
He sees himself
and slowly becomes her
and in the pallid moonlight
he cannot tell where his reflection
begins and where hers ends
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