Depths of the soul.
Depths of the soul.
Voice of reason lost the mind,
Searching words it shall not find.
For refuge is what they seek,
Hiding past the mirrors deep.
No reflection, answers still.
Hit with air, it takes the thrill.
As vibrations seize the sounds,
Shallow surface numbs the grounds.
Cobblestones which no toes touch,
Smooth and cold, the earth they clutch.
Guide of words which seek a place,
Into building’s sweet embrace.
Restless spirits walk the halls,
Morning comes as darkness falls.
Desperation seeks the souls,
Lost as fragile ancient scrolls.
Footprints lead to empty rooms,
Smell of musky cheap perfumes.
Locking doors behind the back,
Unheard, careful written track.
Captured chaos comes to halt,
Bittersweet and fierce as salt.
Lips are moving, none is heard,
As the mirrors, not a word.
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Super mooi!
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