Poems

Legends and heritage

β€œThe 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

Open your heart and close your eyes

Souls will mesmerise your senses

No need for light

Colors are merely deceptions

The intangible is the only reality

It nests beneath the veils of skeletons

 

In response to the one-word prompt: Legend

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  1. Nice point of view. Super LIKE for you πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you πŸ™‚

      1. My pleasure πŸ™‚

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