Ere the raw truth that tells a story through "eyes that are the windows of the soul" ―
We were born with eyes wide open with tears that well up of truth unspoken,
love arising like a budding flower,..
metamorphosis of fertile heart ―
The wheel of life turns unbound an outgoing tide
as certain as continuum abides ― an unbroken lariat until the knot comes untied
A lonesome dove coos perched upon deserted garden gate; its gentle plea segued into a silent prayer ―
Seasons change; supple buds of forlorn love ― wither,
unsure if we’re alone or if we’re alone together (?)!
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postscript:
"Through a foggy window in the rain When you thought no one was watching, Going through your memories Like so many prisons to escape And become someone else With another face And another name"
...an excerpt from : "Through The Window" by Chris Cornell