Glimmers
One heart, one soul, one will
all trapped.
Trapped within
a fragile, yet impenetrable shell.
Glimmers, glimpses, shimmers are all we get to see of the
beacon burning inside.
A smile in recognition, a gaze to choose, a grip of love
Lets us know the beacon glows from within.
A continuous, loving touch, caressing the shell over time.
Will it wear the shell away, letting the light shine through?
No one knows.
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