undoubt

Looking into broken fragments

emerging from ones soul

memories etched on the faces of the beautiful and the old

Or the old and beautiful



Broken shards of life puncture us and burn

revoking passions long diluted by lifes stronghold

Imagery becomes more real than the long lost reality

we colour paint by numbers

Made silent by lifes continual surprises.



The dreamers tend to fall headfirst into the clouds

always tainted by the shroud

Never seeing what is revealed

Instead imagination used to potential to create

A Parallel world



Where we feel love and we are who we are

undoubt makes us stronger

lesser bodies falter

We with our prose and our pens

Confuse ourselves

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just playing  :)

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