Questions

Questions

As I look into suspended,
moments of time.
Memories hang, drifting.

Flying away on butterfly wings,
translucent words in some rhyme.
These ghostly figures haunt the essence

of so much of, that once was -
that once seemed so sublime.
Seldom are things what they seem.

Blinded by the journeys of ones life,
not knowing, such a terrible crime.
Not even seen in the essence of a dream.

B. J. “A ” 2
November 10th 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Makama Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 10:11 AM
There is this unique insurance your works always give my expectations And that satisfaction only builds more castles for my curiosity to thrive, waiting for subsequent results of your talent and thinking.
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February 27, 2016 at 5:01 AM
Thank you Funom Makama, for “ There is this unique insurance your works always give my expectations ” this undeserved praise, but if what I have done has lifted you to such “ And that satisfaction only builds more castles for my curiosity to thrive, ” lofty places, then I humbly bow down and graciously accept your insight and wisdom and can only hope that I might live up to “ waiting for subsequent results of your talent and thinking. ” your expectations of any future efforts I may post . Thank you again Funom Makama . Bill .
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