FathomA Poem by SerianaFathom
..sometimes I think. Not times of all, but… times when matters are most. There seems to be a new light to THIS day. visions in greens, with hues of golds and translucent reds… What the horizon would be like, Without? Fresh light…. What would I be like? …without To live in a world of dull greys, ..thick with opaque rooms And things, Stuck. …stuck things, Under bridges frozen in time. through time… ..never really settling on a thing. Except the moment of.. …time… virgin light shimmers, as reflections on wings of a flutterby... …time… time has come up. © 2018 SerianaReviews
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