We are blind to one another now,
As dormant trees standing stationary in the wind.
You will not look at me,
Yet my ears are the ones who saw
I hoped I would share with you.
The barrier stopped us. I knock.
Walls have ears, however muffled they may be,
Openly sharing secrets which make you
Blind to what you could see before, and
Cast you out of Eden. My Eden,
The drone of the bells throng.
Everything changed when I heard your soul
For the first time.
But it was not as beautiful as I hoped it would be:
It was stained with hers...
and piereced mine.
The scar remains.
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