Thursday, 8 November 2012


Ebony darkness

weaves her own melodies

into the silent sky.

Beautiful memories

light up the darkness,

each one exploding, like a firework -

each one, duly expiring.

Then those final colours fade,

as the display draws to a close -

leaving me wondering,

in the empty aftermath

of calm skies:

Wasn't it all just an

exquisite illusion?

Is anything real?

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