In the old mirror
In the old mirror, pale and worn, Her face reflects, so soft, forlorn,
Ivan in Abstracts
In the old mirror, pale and worn, Her face reflects, so soft, forlorn,
Deep down, in the furthest corner of my mind, you are hiding, fleeting as a hunch, and yet reality at the same time.
A heart is formed in quiet hands, The fruit of life, blood in the sands.
A dilemma deep within the womb, A path the heart alone assumes.
A heart that blooms quietly in the womb, A life that glows in the dark's gloom.
A step, a path, hardly told, Of what torments deep insid...
Words flutter, light as wings, Leave the lips in quiet rings,
Yet in their flight, through skies unknown, They change, transformed, befo...
A cage of steel, a muted cry, Bound tight in shadow, stripped of flame,
Desire locked, the heart denied - Each fleeting breath just feed...
Red silk on black stone, Gaze that burns through rugged cliffs, Nature’s soft allure
In a space where light and shadow dance, it is the depth of darkness that teaches us the true beauty of light.
The past often resembles a dark, old closet that confines us, taking away our breath and the light to see. To break free from it and init...