deep
songs
water shadows
blind verse
carved
upon the movement
of autumn beaches
a girl who
painted her name
across the crest
of a receding wave
dared to bleed
her silence
lost within
winter shadows
cast by a woman’s
need
if upon an ice wind
covers patched from dreams
she sighs
warmth
moonlight revisions
tries to concede
dares to believe
her mirror name
written in sand
remains the same
as songs written
as love and life
stains
If one can carve his/her name upon another's heart and it stays there eternally then it is true love; otherwise, the carving is just a moment of a fly-by-night who has just damaged another's heart. Writings in the sand are much harder to keep safe from disappearing.
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