I look at her eyes,
Those blue spheres sparkling
For some new stranger now,
And I remember when
They stared at me.
Once I held them
Captured and secured in my own
For what seemed like an eternity,
But her gentle gaze rests now
As just another memory.
Photographs are torture,
Her eyes are empty there;
No glossed rendering
Could ever hold her soaring soul,
And knowing this, I miss her all the more.
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1 comment:
Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.
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