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Poetry

As the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul

Crooked Pictures

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by JohnLynd

by JohnLynd

I appear before you as a illusion
Smoke, mirrors and strings
Props for fun and dilusion

Steps tread the water to heavy
Shadows cover like an umbrella
And the light seems scared to be seen

Waiting for eyes to take notice
Crowds passing back and forth
The glass appearance, seen right through....see through me

I appear before you as a illusion
Smoke, mirrors and strings
Props for fun and dilusion
I won't show you anything

Cries not heard under thunder
Cuts hidden beneath sleeves
Missing screws and crooked frames
See right through... see right through me

I appear before you as a illusion
Smoke, mirrors and strings
Props for fun and dilusion
I won't show you anything