The silence of the night
the break fall of a heart
run from crisis moment,
lifting same trouble as before
alone, sad, reminiscing!
things to acknowledge from the beginning
stared at shadow's mourning
vanquished by sorrow from day to night
want to grow,
want to known
evil may pretend to see her good
this is me, my passions' to rest for long
reality's reality
bad, good, sweet or bitter,
heart may trust and sinister
not blessed to be an apple of the eye
1 comment:
I think your poem and picture are good at conveying the distortion of the mirror of the soul. We have to be careful going too far into ourself that we lose perspective or objectivity.
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