on a day of the week called illusionA Poem by Alfred Kukitzbetween monday & tuesdayon a day of the week called illusion to a day that never arrived to a dream whisked away by voices i sit with sounds that compose my symphony often i hear each note playing as we convey ourselves to paradise in what could be only a second time changes to the mirror of illusion. © 2018 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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