Ripple in Time

Moonbeams stream through silent glass

A lady slumbers in the night

Her tear-worn face awaits the morn

Her black eyes shut against the dawn

A cold stone home

Imprisoned in the ages

At times, the past is

But a heartbeat away

A bolt of the fabric of time unfurled


And mourn an empty space

For time

Has stolen her


By Karina Machado


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