There lie dark pools of softness, like charcoal, rubbed gray by the smudges of fingers and water; a heart drawn on paper, black and white with sister wings, identical twins, relfections of each other from parallel worlds, belonging to one, tatoo on a wrist, filled with red at the idea; but held back is the pen that creates, in anticipation, waiting for a reply from the second, one of deviance, that doth not belong in the frames of art, yet effortlessly is drawn in, inked carefully,desecrated by a deviating mind; the portrait of the woman, her cheek so soft, a curtain of waves blanketing her countenance, hiding from the artist that which she holds dear; until she reconciles, those pools od black depth, the mytery behind the lies, a mask worn, yet torn away by the simplest of words; to her it yeilds, presnts the hand which creates, pleads the characters command; were it that simple, but a silhouette of darkness looms over her, threatening and alarming in its representation; yet within her lies the key to unlocking that winged heart, the one that will defend her from all doubt; and the artist that creates joins the sketched woman on canvas, dark pools of charcoal eyes smudged gray in affection, the curve of her cheek soft, two hearts with broken wings.
-For someone special, if ever they should read this....
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Trinity of Mind
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