Empty hands reach ever higher engulfing lies to build the fire,
Taking in a breath of beauty to exhale a cloud of life,
Of the memories in time forgotten within a mind of strife.
Wherein disguised by loving eyes a textured heart still mourns
The past reflections in the mirror and the pain which skin adorns.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Empty hands reach ever higher engulfing lies to build the fire,
Taking in a breath of beauty to exhale a cloud of life,
Of the memories in time forgotten within a mind of strife.
Wherein disguised by loving eyes a textured heart still mourns
The past reflections in the mirror and the pain which skin adorns.
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