Museum of Lost Souls

I sank my fragile being in delights of dew Waltz on cheeks of people, through mosaic of eyes I also whispered HIM, when He tried to rain My secret bits of wishes... returning to the fields I dove into abyss so to revive with grace and let my deer absorb me surviving drought of soul But Keeper of The Cage allows me only be A maze of salty traces on lifeless eyes of beads... for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's Contest "Personify A Tear " written as a teenager and translated now .... by: iolanda scripca