Friday, 27 July 2012

Threads

Perhaps what's Real is Not,
And what's Not may just be.
Oh such foolish, foolish ways
When to thine own eyes be deceived.

Such gentle persuasion.
Riding through every crest and troughs.
The mind ofts wander
Somewhere where there's a single, silver thread
Where we share the same breath.

But alas,
All I have is Silence.


(((asheil.november 30.2011.wednesday.0945hrs.)))











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  1. Unknown30 July 2012 at 20:08

    Profound words, my dear.

    Congrats on the new blog. Will definitely be following it.

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    1. Sheila Cale30 July 2012 at 20:23

      thanks me fairy queen Jenny ;) finally decided to embark on a new, uncharted territory. just dipping the pixie's fingers waiting to see if some ripples will happen. ;)

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  2. Unknown18 August 2012 at 15:47

    Good one, Pix. Don't think you realize how deep this poem is.

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