A Picture Just The Same
You can be standing there with hands on your hips and a defiant gaze or you could be sitting in a chair running hands through your hair with a smile on your face or you can be playing a guitar or reading a book.
The picture is just the same.
One in my mind and one in my hand.
One fades, the other fades.
One disappears, the other disappears.
One reappears, the other comes back.
A picture just the same.
You can be looking up at the sky pointing at a bird or peacefully asleep on your bed or talking with friends happily with your hands thrown in the air.
A picture just the same because it will never change.
Always a picture that’s just the same.
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
