Time passes and I move past –
a feeling brushing the cheek of my face
to a place I no longer see;
I surrender my hope-filled eyes.
I write to you with a sadness
spurring the demise of my kaleidoscope heart –
a fear no tint could revere.
I face the pardon of your charming disguise.
The Anarchy of My Mind - in words. A Collection of (mostly) my Thoughts.
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