February fifth, two thousand eleven:
Repeated verses revisit the present
And bring along afflicted memories
That an essence wishes to forget.
Ambiguity rescues cacophony from
The fallacious stories no one believes,
Prompting us that we cannot conceal
The fragments from the past we want
To disintegrate with our mendacities.
A wooden door collides with reality,
As silence overshadows denouement.
Will we find placidity after nights arise?
Saturday Feb 2 @ 09:42pmtagged as: thoughts. poetry. photography. 365 Amalgams.
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