A glassy soft stare among a subdued white light. Those eyes coyly touch through the thin veneer between two worlds. Jumps through reality and engulfs withered souls. With those eyes. Those soft eyes among a teary world. What have we become to be touched by a glassy stare among a dying world. Eyes to breath new life to a people reaching for our soul.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Kozue
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