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Juan Tomas Avila Laurel vs the leaf
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2012
There is a leaf open towards the sky on the floor beside the ‘black man’ who’s glossy eyes stare at me
The deep and clouded soul of a writer
Tormented by the past and found in words
Like the future is futile and we all die by the end of these pages
Well dressed
With an air of nobility held in his body language
Like all men who have had to fight just to be human
Who is he?
And what has he done to be the cover of a dream unfolding
Are his words like mine?
Ridiculous thoughts brought forth in moments of self reflection, self importance, self release?
Or are they better…
Deeper…
Wiser than mine?
...
And what would he think of the leaf?
Interesting and Brave Write
differernt - Lady A
:) Thank you, sometimes I
:)
Thank you, sometimes I feel like I write becuase I think too much and no one will care or relate to what I think....
Much Love
Ashley