04 November, 2011

Walls

The shells of the sea
turn into walls and homes.

Lovers part and return,
shy, out of love, but warm.

There are arches that hold up time,
colored, discolored, and pirated.

Fate does not change but its
mysticism leaves us darkened.

Musicality made out of love and notes
combine to solve the passage of time.

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