Vanishing Scars
Look at me.
Look well at me:
no more red eyes,
no more sadness,
no more silent tears.
Free at last?
Look the deepest in my heart:
just a faint silhouette
silently carved along the time I kept you
as an enchanted, although vicious, orchid
draining, day by day, the essence of my life.
Copyright © Franklin Magalhaes | Year Posted 2017
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