Poetry (words)

Of the mind. 


Whilst my eyes were closed every throb of my pulse reflected memories soaked with resonance. To own these feelings, to be the place where they belong. Heart and mind fragmented, but pathways built between. Whilst my eyes were closed I walked in spaces unreachable with footsteps, bridges crossed and laid to waste with a single breath. Whilst my eyes were closed I lit candles in every corridor, lighting the silence like a perfumed rose. Whilst my eyes were closed I watched the ocean engulf the sun in cloudless skies embellished with time. Places once loved I loved again. Hindsight now the hourglass of knowledges found. Whilst my eyes were closed,

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