MERE NOTA Poem by CHRIS ANDESto a tall treeyour eyes seemed attached
with those unseen memory such thoughts of lies collide into your soul,. remind not of the consequence, each dream has its end, every glimpse have to fade, your eyes need not close. ain't no pain leave forgotten, escape the fact might not be an answer, you and fantasy never unite, the dream may reveal its dust. dwell not to the illusion of pain.. mere is the beauty.. cuddle up unto the breeze ..mere not.. © 2014 CHRIS ANDESReviews
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8 Reviews Added on December 6, 2011 Last Updated on November 19, 2014 AuthorCHRIS ANDES[email protected]AboutChris is a content creator who makes life a daily dose of visual art, literature, and music. more..Writing
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