Underneath the curtains, I bleached my hair.

Hair of an innocent life, minced slightly with sorrow.

Eyes that make hunger stray

I yearn to live with love-

Within these walls of shattered mirrors I have

wandered many times,

My aching heart often wondering why

The mind can go forever without the depths of wisdom

That I oddly sometimes possess.

Handles of Light fly through

windows with cracks breaking through in walls.

Cover the spaces with sponge painted rain to relieve

the sorrows of doves, who flinch when fire sweeps

within the wonders of the rainbow,

which crashes over the oceans of life...

Angels cease to live without

hope breaking the cracks of dust,

longing to see a part of innocence so great,

they camped with their every last days,

ending with snow reaching the mountaintop of heaven,

glistening like doves of pure love,

spurted with the ever changing need to

revolve slowly into eternity of another kind.

The horizon of love

Sticks to roses, clouds and romance,

Where the beginning of love wears the watch of hope,

Mending thunderous strikes with pure thoughts of enchantment,

Believing soul mates are for them, eternally.

Three moons ago twilight grew.

The sun gave shivers of delight. With rain came life into the nights.

To be uninvited would be to shed a light of day in tears, blessed by the emotions.

*Artistic Dreamer's World*
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