Enraptured Reality

Phantasm. Bewilderment. Clairvoyance.

Restless

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Her eyes are filled with fear
And doubts that he can’t undo,
That even though he’s trying to,
her guards were built too high
so as to not let
the ghosts of the past
enter her newly-built world;

But with the warmth of his touch,
their eyes met on fire,
He gripped her tight,
just right,
And they danced to a sound never heard
Breath to whisper
As the night fell,
She closed her eyes
and rested on his chest.

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Author: Clau

A music junkie obsessed with coffee, books and writing erratic oeuvres

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