ReflectionA Poem by Ana B.Pretty thoughts will always Interest a mind And when it finds the hidden doorways Is there something left behind?
And while I drink soporose songs Are those pretty thoughts being born? Maybe this pretty shell indeed belongs To the melted divinity that is worn
By the sighing time While we bring ourselves on the platter To all that we think is sublime… Never pondering over the heart of the matter.
Blindly creating flinty beliefs That couldn’t be further from truth So that every lost heart that weeps Is a morsel for ‘’Destiny’s’’ sweet tooth.
We will do anything except admit - We’re not who we say we are.
© 2017 Ana B.Author's NoteReviews
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