the odds
as you watch illusions trickle down,
only ash falling off your fingers,
in your heart the music lingers.
curtains are raised, appears a clown.
he'd been there all the while
in the light, you see him now and smile.
he mirrored you in the race,
while you mirrored the world.
now that you've come face to face
would you continue on the same road?
would fears overwhelm?
would it douse the flame?
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2010-11-16 at 04:04
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night soul woman |
John Ashleigh |
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