the brown-eyed girl doesn't know
she never did
the pitch that would sound just right
or the inches that separates instead of bringing closer
the musician's soulful tunes helps her no more than
the photographer's sharp eyes
they blur the lines for her to see
but the pictures are too clouded for her to divine
cassandra, she is not
so seeks futures through portals
whose edges are rusted over and won't budge
she puts all of her strength,
apply the most pressure she could
but herculean too, she is not
so she abandoned the doors
and turns her body to walk along
the creaky shores
the sulky waves lapped at the beach
she listens to the immortal hymns
and began to serenade her life
into mists that soon shrouds the oceans
to join others
to adds her colour
into the brightly swirling cauldron
of life.
Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.Indignant Sputtering of A Recalcitrant Insomniac
Friday, March 5, 2010
Posted by Sakura Kira Hikari at 11:16 AM
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