Untamed ventures of solitude

Even with those charcoal eyes
Withdrawn in nonchalance...
Varient light pressed in every movement
That draws me in though
Looking down on me 
Perhaps through me
I am more than ever-passing 
With an everlasting cracked window pane
That conveys broken rays
Upon this day
Even as I waver...
Untamed am I 
But would it ever show?
Would I ever grow
To meet that omnipresent gaze

Upheld am I in solemn ventures of solitude
But I...
I find that there is color even in the rain
And everything that is made 
To live
Or to fade...

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I think this is wonderful and beuatiful. I like this alot. Very well written too.