Gazing heavy eyes
Rain soaked windows to her room
Calm, bitter beauty
A still emptiness
A silent hollowness that
Echoes in her soul...
Turtle Doves chirping
In reverie, they glide by
her lone heavy heart
Comfort and solstice
Found in tales of fantasy
A world of her own
Heaven cast over
Hellespont where death took Her
and her lonely heart
But wake from your sleep
Fate’s piercing irony can
Steal glimmers of dreams...
Gazing heavy eyes
Tear streaked windows to her soul
Calm, graven beauty
~ Medea ~
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