Monday, April 7, 2014

6 September 2002

The movement in your eyes
is like the sea after a squall
A black squall that ravishes
the waters and leaves them listless
Burying a thousand cries
in its infinite waves
Bringing solitude a new home
beside the wrecked vessel
of a lonely, insignificant woman.


I wrote this ages ago and I still think it's one of my better pieces.

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