rebirthA Poem by brianna vega
she stares in to this cold glass mirror once again
yet this time she is not echo she is the lover gazing in to his own reflection understanding his soul is no longer its self and from this a flower will grow to produce the beauty he once gave
© 2012 brianna vega |
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Added on July 20, 2012 Last Updated on July 20, 2012 Author
brianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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