The big stone building has a broken window pane.
The cracks form a web and glint in the harsh afternoon sun. Behind the ruptured glass, stands a woman with the brightest red lips. One sees only her face, the rest of her is hidden.
She runs her finger carefully along the eye of the quake; the centre of the snaking cracks. She flicks off the little shards that have come loose, then blows lightly on the void- age old comfort for unfair wounds.
In the that moment of glassy smoke outside her window, I see her blood red lips form what could be a smile.
The sun then pours in through her window, into whatever mystical world lies on the other side.
Whether it fills up the place with a delicious golden light or it burns an insignificant hole in her wooden flooring, it doesn't matter; she has the same half smile.
The cracks form a web and glint in the harsh afternoon sun. Behind the ruptured glass, stands a woman with the brightest red lips. One sees only her face, the rest of her is hidden.
She runs her finger carefully along the eye of the quake; the centre of the snaking cracks. She flicks off the little shards that have come loose, then blows lightly on the void- age old comfort for unfair wounds.
In the that moment of glassy smoke outside her window, I see her blood red lips form what could be a smile.
The sun then pours in through her window, into whatever mystical world lies on the other side.
Whether it fills up the place with a delicious golden light or it burns an insignificant hole in her wooden flooring, it doesn't matter; she has the same half smile.
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