Beautiful Textures..

And she told me once
In a whisper,
Faint as her beautiful–
Her beautiful face spoke.. birds–
On a brittle, ever so young day,
You will love someone
Like you’ve loved no one else
Before then.
Tell me,
Before now–
Have you thought of this,
Have you thought of her?–
Of I?
Ever looked him in the eye..
Or in his–A memory of a child,
Of a child, Conscience.
Know I
Whether one will look upon…
The faces which she once was.
The faces which have long gone–


Photo Cred: Wally.


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