As she stands before the body of water looking down
the reflection of a woman emerges from her past
always wondering who she is and where she is going...
As she immerses her body in the water, washing away her days desires
tears fall from her eyes, tears that come from the depths of her soul
The empitness that comes from years of not knowing who she is,
is washed away, cleansing her of all sorrow
The woman in the reflection comforts her
Her eyes filled with such love and passion
She realizes that she can find her way back...
back from the past and carry her on the journey
of her souls desire....
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
As she stands before the body of water looking down
the reflection of a woman emerges from her past
always wondering who she is and where she is going...
As she immerses her body in the water, washing away her days desires
tears fall from her eyes, tears that come from the depths of her soul
The empitness that comes from years of not knowing who she is,
is washed away, cleansing her of all sorrow
The woman in the reflection comforts her
Her eyes filled with such love and passion
She realizes that she can find her way back...
back from the past and carry her on the journey
of her souls desire....
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