Beyond times veiled frontier
There is the faceless girl I sought.
I see her hair the colour of sky's deepest night
Talking to flowers by ancient stones
Of memories hidden with time and in bones.
She tells the wind her story as above in space
She strolls, hands pocketed in a magenta gown.
Where the ocean beats its rhythmic thunder
While upon this shoreline, her faint footprints,
Signatures of perfection embarrass time with their fleeting nature
She scoops sand with her sun tanned hands
Windblown hair backed by deep blue sky
Kindling the presence of unknown yearning
Hope-stirred eyes turn to the sky
She dances within an illusion of time
Knowing there is something she seeks
Was this just a fragment of my mind?
Am I blind to feel this way?
Mud
SPIN ME BACK
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