PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Girl of my tearful eyes,

Pain of agonising moments,

Barefoot and unburdened

You tread the mark of the wound.

Your steps, light, are shadows,

Walking the path of pain,

Where silence haunts

And sadness is your love.

With delicacy, you trace the ground,

Each footprint a lament,

In your walk, the reason

Of a heart in torment.

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