Second Sight
Where once I dreamed in black and white...
Now feelings scribed in colors changed my sight…
The overflow of ideas poured and spilled…
Drained pens scribbling everything instilled…
The depth of a sky to the contour of a flower…
The sunsets shadow that creeps through an hour…
Inside framed silence a world outside my window…
A brushed canvas of dreams with a constant flow…
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2015
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