When droplets glimmer
And teardrops fall
And meadows light grow dimmer
On comes dusk's curtain call
When the cerise carnations whisper
Their secrets untold
To the twilit hours
Who do truth withhold
Fact becomes inauthentic
Yet never are things unsure
For they find reality in fantasy
And leave murky dreams as pure.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There's a sense of clarity when walking in a darkened meadow. There, alone but for the wind in the trees, can one be honest with themself. No judgement to come, but realization of affections, of faults, of fear...
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Comments1
Very good write, finding 'reality in fantasy' can be so wonderful.
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