Behind the lonely yellow,
the penumbra darkens
Shadows overlap like
A mosaic of memories.
Jumbled thoughts
dance to
the solemn Nocturne
in A minor.
The single candle
stands upright.
The fixed gaze
sees the prismed hues.
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4 comments:
Good 2 c u back!
Missed ur poems...they always feel so so good!
Thx
repetitive style write something new
I like your blog theme/colours.
You should moderate your comments a little bit more though... you've got some spam.
And I only read a few poems because I don't have much time right now... but I did like what I read.
The last paragraph caught me.. Can we really see the prism through the flame? I believe life is a little too complicated a journey to see the colors so vividly.. Sorry for the pessimistic approach.
God Smoked Cannabis, remember?
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