The rearview reflects a somber gaze
Wondering, curious, tempting eyes
Eyes filled with a questioning depth
A soft breeze brushes through the window
Each breath of wind tickles her very skin
Fresh air clears the mind and senses
So young in those eyes
So full of life
So full of passion
But within these eyes underlies a sadness
Tears on the verge of breaking
Sobs unheard and waiting
The sun peaks out from behind a golden cloud
A single ray falls upon her form
Warmth.
Does she feel it?
She turns to me
Those sad eyes but a memory
Her past diminished
Within me she may find peace, happiness, a home
A sanctuary from her world
She is safe in my arms













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Life.. it's not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's learning how to walk in the rain.
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