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A picture for all to hear!
Many times our experiences are temporary,
Passing by in the fleeting moments of time,
Unknown to us, as change comes,
The harmony disappears in a rubble of our lives.
Being a traveler in space and time,
Thy creation borders the interlude,
As our visions turn dark brown,
It leaves tidbits of loneliness abound.
The palette screams across those years,
Where we find our blind-less fears,
Can you see through the darkness?
Living a scattered life that's clear.
Now that's a picture for all to hear!
Copyright ©
Richard Mcclellan
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