GLIMPSE OF SOUL by Tabitha Fortier
Window to a soul, stained glass of face,
Underneath the skin, inside a secret place.
Touched by time, hidden deep,
Wrapped in bandages that weep.
Life's cold blow, gouging holes inside a heart,
A path for feet, no place to start.
Shattered fantasy, question all that's there,
Memories of something, twisted and unfair.
Magic passes by, but never lands,
Waiting, yearning, standing there with outstretched hands....
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