Beauty and Her Beholder
Emptiness has no soul mate ....
Stillness being its only fate.
Barren mirrors within ...
as they crash and crumble. ... See More
Ripping and slashing ...
every ounce of fear.
They will live the twiglight ...
for this mirage will sear.
With pickle in his eyes
and coffee on her lips ...
they will uncover .....
Beauty in the arms of her beholder
the beast no more.
Copyright © Wandering Nomad | Year Posted 2009
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