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A POETICAL LIFE

I looked,I saw an image blue a memory,fleeting yet true, midst the black,white and grey just awaiting me to portrait; I tried to re-capture this dream, reality's not how it seems, it flows & ebbs as morning mist, just out of reach,shadows persist; A high sun then dazzles my eyes, frustration,srems out soundless sighs, forever lost,this unique insight, when suddenly,I start to write Creative words,so surreal will my little song appeal ? | Year Posted 2010

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