I swim in the sand
And in rivers of flying doves I lie
Gazing at my private sky;
Left to roam in chrysalis
Upon the wounded edges of my eyelids
A morphed metaphor for measure,
Who found the infinity
To be naught
The palpable universe
Alas planted within a thought
The Eclectic
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4 responses to “The Eclectic”
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Wow amazing
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Thanks a ton☺️
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Yw 🤗
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Beautifully evoked
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