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Your hair

Sun-bleached and strained

Brittle straw formed tangled

By sea-winds cruel

Caress your face no more

Their experience harsh

Cuts lines across your face

Ravines ravaged by Time

The most vengeful of mistresses

Eyes by sunlight reflected glare-blinded

Half hidden behind

Your wild rooted mane

The freeness of your soul now bruised

And driftwood broken

Still stares

Out beyond the shore and waves

Which merciless crash

Upon your dreams.

This was inspired by a prompt posted by Vick Linde (http://vclinde.wordpress.com/). You should check her site out if she’s unfamiliar to you.