A poem caught in an eternal still frame
Infinite interpretations yet only one meaning
With every view and walk, a new detail in the landscape
Your eyes incapable of processing the detail
With each gaze, a new layer reveals itself
A new voice whispers from the hazy background
Each time the silhouette appears, she is gone in an instant
An aberration pulling me in, further and further
Until I am part of the landscape and can see with crystal clarity
She stands there – as natural as her surroundings and pulls me in
No eyes or gaze will ever find me again; I am with her.
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TrystanBehm (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2018 08:02
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The mystery of words and life seen in your very good poem.
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