Tales of the World

Afternoon downpour.
Her eyes,
reflecting light like smoke.
Hushed voices,
Of murder and passion,
at the ringing of the bell,
third from dawn.
Where once,
an angel fell.
Where despair,
gave face to hate.
Of the shapeless twins,
bound in circles.
Brilliant blue,
like the deepest ocean.
But to her,
all that is told.
Will forever be tales,
of the heart and soul.
Of our fair world.

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