Diary of a life of pretence
the canals leads down to the sea
days and nights in a sleepy city
where trains always leave on time
did you really exist ?
Perhaps in a wonded mirror
in which your double felt in love ,
just a doppelganger case ...
log of fears written in hours of remission,
lunar forces dance,deciding night and fog...
Silent walls invent legends and pretty lies
to create a clean conscience in the book
of missed appointments ...
Well- behaved children don't read the news paper,
Peter pan won't be coming for christmas ,
Next page contemplates nothingness
and the honey pot don't care !
I don't like Amsterdam ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2024 10:03
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Comments2
Welcome back, Vanuatu looks nice.
I prefer Mauritius !
A deeply exquisite poem, my friend.
Peter Pan is back !
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