Debris

as we travel through tunnels, colorful, colorless
dressed as passages to some magical worlds where our fantasies escape
debris fills my eyes, debris of a life once filled with the essence of happiness
debris of colors scattered here and there awaiting my actions
debris of buildings that hosted our endless search for meaning

I know there is another world that expects us, my love
tell me
tell me that we did not allow their hands turn our dreams into debris.




Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2012-04-12 at 17:23

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John Ashleigh
A powerful and dynamic poem - a refreshing concept. Thankyou for sharing. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2012-04-12