Scarred Mirrors (18)
The old gold in your eyes.
Your smile arrives from the past, like a pigeon of quiet.
In your touch: ancient wisdom. An inherited memory.
Raquel Angel Nagler
Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 27, 2013
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