Silver reflects from the muses hair
In my heart I feel the silence
The place that's been before
Held tightly in a teardrop
Thoughts a delicate refrain
Places I cannot go now
To tread barefoot would cut a sin
It weaves, stains a blacken'd arm
Darkened love
It runs through me
Spills
Lifeless
Upon the floor
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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