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Faceless
Time, enchanting in its dreariness,
Ceaseless in atomic habits;
Seems to stand still beneath my feet
And become the trapeze of verity.
Time, comforting in its dreariness,
The doom of the gloom in oblivion,
Dwells in the room, and gently wields the truth,
Of apparitions so akin, but souls so diverging.
Her hair that held onto the wind
The skin that arched into a smile
Her soul that softly insists on her name
The lips enshrouded by shades of red.
We were faceless in the most identical of faces
And now, in this fleeting moment,
The flashbacks arrive like the broken pieces of a dream
So enchanting, even I pondered if she was me.
© Netra.
Ceaseless in atomic habits;
Seems to stand still beneath my feet
And become the trapeze of verity.
Time, comforting in its dreariness,
The doom of the gloom in oblivion,
Dwells in the room, and gently wields the truth,
Of apparitions so akin, but souls so diverging.
Her hair that held onto the wind
The skin that arched into a smile
Her soul that softly insists on her name
The lips enshrouded by shades of red.
We were faceless in the most identical of faces
And now, in this fleeting moment,
The flashbacks arrive like the broken pieces of a dream
So enchanting, even I pondered if she was me.
© Netra.
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