Author Information
The Placebo Cell
Folder:
Fantasy Country side Laguna, waiting
sight befriending, open mind
I'd terry through a shaded bramble
counting thistle in my strides
~
gaping willows, cover mountains
misty walkways leading towards.
lemon breeze, gently wafting
as clouds composite spoken words
~
looking back and thinking
deep inside the prison walls
how intercoms convince us daily
that man cannot escape his flaws
~
and shining light illuminates
through ducts which i confide
freshly cut,the scent of lawn
conceals the length of time
Anthony:
Another beautiful piece! The last line, "freshly cut,the scent of lawn conceals the length of time" is wonderful and so perfect a note on which to end.
All the best,
Misha