Legends and heritage

“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