Hands of Strength
Lost In time. The fragile thoughts between a blink and a tear; The unspoken words become images of times before. Search desperately for the perfect picture locked behind the door. Inside the mind. The undying questions with the never found answers; Fine lines between knowing and believing seem to always break. Knowing what one believes is now an unforgivable mistake. Between the beliefs. The understanding of fate is never captured; A simple breath of life controlled by the wind of another's thought. Awaiting at the end will be another lesson taught. On the other side. Time no longer controls the thoughts of shedded tears; A piece of the infinite puzzle is finally completed. The hands of time and the strength of fate will always be repeated. Written January 12th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 12:42 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Lost In time. The fragile thoughts between a blink and a tear;..."