Thursday, March 22, 2018

Poetry day metaphor

what has been yesterday
can be another way
as relative as speed of light
with no one out of  the sight
the same story is old
where the search
is only for a context
where truth seems gold.
so above this word lake
under a same puzzled sky
drew in light blue fake
washed away in dark paint
where souls pray and faint
there is reason of some kind
but maybe i'm so wrong
or maybe i'm so wright
just a trick of my mind
another beam of an Architect's light.

Gallardo (as for the Poetry day personal contribution)

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