Eyes of Hourglass
Deep in the eyes of you,
The edge of the rift looses ground to my grip,
But strong forces that orbit my vibe ,my being ,
My seeing of a complex covex figure
Stop gazing upon my soul trying to read me
Decieve me you jugde me to blood see
The eyes of a flame being black,leaving shadows to cracks
Reflection of section the spark full flame and in front of my name was a small picture frame
which contained memories of the past never to be found again.
Much Love
Richard Q. Corbett
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