Poem - 07 August 2014, 00:15

realism

Laura Wighton

Her soul was engulfed, by the thought of a possibility

Suffocating reality with her dreamstate,

A blur between what was real and what was a mere illusion

Denial of what had come from a place of imagination.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...07 August 2014, 00:30

Good write, Thanks for sharing

A blur between what was real and what was a mere illusion

Denial of what had come from a place of imagination.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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