Tired bruises
bloomed under her eyes
like spring flowers
Her voice
once singing like canaries
drowned
into a whispering breeze
And that soft smile
so warm
desinegrated to ash
Vanishing into oblivion
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Tired bruises
bloomed under her eyes
like spring flowers
Her voice
once singing like canaries
drowned
into a whispering breeze
And that soft smile
so warm
desinegrated to ash
Vanishing into oblivion
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