Light thunder' blowing –
It's music to my eyes
Through the thin ice
The rain is pouring
From a cup of vice.
Imagine a machine
What gives you the space
To reveal your fragile face
Under the sky's curtain.
And nature gives its canvas
To recolor your madness
And to see the uncertain.
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Author:
anna_noday (
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- Category: Surrealist
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(teasing mist, peaking
amongst, from unshed droplets
we, claim back: defiantly
restraint of self
to retain
that semblance of ourselves
we still, recognise
nature imagery
fits snug, like well-worn jeans
knows us, better
than our mirror's of life
ever will...)
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