Sunday, January 5, 2014

There is a fiber of truth in every written lie.


Beneath the cloth of charcoal,
      amidst cold spaces of words
      there was a story
which caressed fuzzy secrets
     there was a story
     of growing wise and old.
Hints of which she cleverly dropped,
     there was a story
     just so poorly cloaked.
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16 comments:

  1. mysterious and speaks of a tale lost in time, a tale untold..spooky somehow... nice pic selection though...

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  2. Yet, did someone read the story so poorly concealed?

    Nice read!

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  3. Aah... and also within the indifference and coldness, there lies a warmth to be fanned and embraced....

    Lovely!! :)

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    1. Only for those who have an eye for it. :)

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  4. Incredible it is... And lovely photograph... :)

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    1. Coming from a lovely poetess like you, it means a lot.

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