The resemblance of our being
Echoes with the wind
Particles flowing through time
What resonates in our hearts
Like a time capsule still yet frail
Woken bye the withering call
A voice from the other side
May it be the shadow of before
Life in the palm of your hands
Hold it as if it were fragile glass
You look only to see the resemblance
Soft heart and skin glowing
Yet you bleed with sorrow
Like rainfall against the window