Thursday, September 19, 2013


Visions found in puddles of rain
Quietly reflect a face
                                 but no name
That tattered soul in everyday glass
Are visions built on an unstable past

            The crackling of each worn out step provides
            A shorter distance between 
                                hello and good-bye
           Filtered thru the frigid words of hope
           To determine this reflections goals

Beauty's still-life debated by the crowd
Is the reason why, she's always looking down
In the world of these reflections 
                                    words are the weapon
Designed by an ugly soul's lack of direction

           Embrace the beauty your heart reflects
           Never giving into what others expect
           Smile at the person found in the puddles of rain
           The beauty of a face
                                  with no name

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell 

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