The sharpness of the illusory world fade,
The chores of good old days shall resonate,
In dreaminess of images at sunset
Where visions of the memory locate.
Transparent, just like picture-perfect, glowing
In the impermanence of our days,
I read at times felicity ongoing.
Sometimes it is the wilderness of shades…
Chorus
The memory of people is selective,
But thoughts which are engendered from inside,
Are intercepted right at start of active
Flow of the inspiration, out and out…
While melancholies witch me with their riddle,
I cast around the bridges to the science.
I have been charmed by mind since I was little,
I see in it my expectations stance.
The expectations which are full of mind glow
You wholly feel it in the phrases flow
But pure enjoyment images inside will go
As the sincerity does now and then, I know.
Chorus.
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Author:
cellinic (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A recognition that things are as they are. Where everyone sees things in their own way. A nice write
Many thanks, dear SB!)
You are most welcome
Cellinic, this feels reflective and immersive. It moves gently through memory and perception without forcing clarity, and that softness gives it depth. I enjoyed sitting inside its rhythm and would love to hear it as a song. Great job.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks, dear Tristan Robert! I'll surely let you know when it becomes a song)
You're most welcome! Yay! Please do!
It is clear to me that expectations do govern perceptions and that in such memories as well. Nicely written
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