Tuesday, October 8, 2013


You wandered upon the inconceivable
Buried beneath the tombs
Of Memory
Left in fragmented shards
Of misaligned mirrors

It was uncovered with
Just a brush
Of your words
Pure and honest
Like an atom bomb

A discovery you knew not of
Something not in your search
But still real
Molded and grown from spores
Of moments forgotten
Emotion remembered

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