Windows To The Soul

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They were not brown,
but they reminded me of that shade.
They were not honey but reminded me of that taste.

The windows to your soul,
let me in for just one second,
and all time stood still.

A stranger on the bus,
in a simple black dress,
snakeskin​ yellow shoes
match the yellow handbag​ you possess.

I’ll never see you again
until my heart needs to be ignited,
because before I met you
the flame was gone from the pilot.

I am awake even for a brief moment,
standing face to face at the windows and hoping,
you will let this romantic in,
one last time when it opens.

A Broken Fairy Tale

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