Laughter in photographs,
Time in happiness,
Lifetimes in epitaphs,
And stories in a necklace.
The past in stony eyes,
The future in sharp lines,
The truth in all those lies,
And meaning in all those signs.
Home in the crumbling walls of a house,
Memories after colours fade,
Dreams in a fire someone tried to douse,
And tears in a mermaid.
Dormant and growing too,
A slowly stirring mass-
Only to break free and remind you,
That ice shatters palaces of glass.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
Laughter in photographs,
Time in happiness,
Lifetimes in epitaphs,
And stories in a necklace.
The past in stony eyes,
The future in sharp lines,
The truth in all those lies,
And meaning in all those signs.
Home in the crumbling walls of a house,
Memories after colours fade,
Dreams in a fire someone tried to douse,
And tears in a mermaid.
Dormant and growing too,
A slowly stirring mass-
Only to break free and remind you,
That ice shatters palaces of glass.
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