benevolentbluebabe

Perception

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.

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write, finding 'reality in fantasy' can be so wonderful.



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