April 2, 2016 § Leave a comment

In the instance we break

through mirrors and walls

past the silences of our mute tongues

and lips sealed together with years of practised rust,

and I see your soul reflected

in the colour of sunlight across the horizon –

the colour of cold glass,

clear, pure and empty

as if all the years have been wiped away

to nothing.



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