“The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.”
-Ezra Pound, In a Station of the Metro
Heritage and legends fogging our sight
To see beauty under millions of flickering lights
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Open your heart and close your eyes
Souls will mesmerise your senses
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No need for light
Colors are merely deceptions
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The intangible is the only reality
It nests beneath the veils of skeletons
In response to the one-word prompt: Legend
Nice point of view. Super LIKE for you 🙂
Thank you 🙂
My pleasure 🙂