Hands  smooth

Another rough 

 

Eyes that know little of weighted sorrow

Eyes weak with from repetitive crashing waves 

 

Soft innocence and roses fill her cheeks

The marks of the Grand Canyon line her face

 

Words are shared along with heart

Ears accept the broken heart with love

 

Her spirit soars over mountain and dares to dream

Two alike spirits which soar over the very gap of time.