As black as the sun in the shadow of the mind,
as bright as the darkness in the thoughts.
The frozen dream that warms one can find,
the reasons hide their fear in that one spot.
From the force of a feathers shaft scars bleed.
From the tickle of a knifes rusted blade,
memories pollute the thoughts of ancient seeds,
of the reality and of the dreams that one has made.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Some good lines that use some great images such as the first line itself. Nicely done
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