Living in a Shell
Nothing but images reflecting in a Well.
Ripples moves and Shifts
Like dunes of sand drifts;
Granting momentary views of what are
Mists.
Fragile.
Agile.
Lingers for a finite while.
A fading Smile?
Forgotten and lost
Memories past
Experience gain
In the crucible of joy and pain.
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PDONEIL
July 30/20
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POETIC SKETCHES
PoetrySketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
