for Claire
on July 24, 2015
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The colourful light in your eyes does not always set in the night, and shadows that hold deeper secrets, they dance where you gaze. In a second in life or a year in some dream, the beauty, the pain, is the same. Those loving eyes, like ancient people that sleep on some hill, their armies are resting and history seems to stand still. Beauty and pain rest always in a timeless sea: in our soul. for when something is burned there … Read More