The Story Of Her Face

In her eyes

You see a thousand years 

Of living

And giving

And loving

A thousand years

Of melancholy


Her lips tell you stories


They move

Without sound 


You hear her heart beat

Knocking the doors of yours

And finding no answer


Why do we all do it

Learn from it

But then fall for the same 

knock on the door

Which makes her run to it


She opens it

And no one is standing there


It was a tree 

Flirting with a window

In the darkness of the night

The darkness of the heart


A million days go by 

And still

Her ancient eyes tell 

The same story


The story of a wounded heart

And a soul

Longing for a breath


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