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by Mortal Utopia   Jul 19, 2019


I see with eyes closed
imagined colours
of our future
running a little away,
gliding a little astray -
we grow old
skin folding
like roses and petals
lost in wrinkles
and wrinkles
with each one opening
for me to see you again.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Everlasting

    The imagery of the rose opening and seeing the old person was awesome. Thanks for sharing.

  • 4 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a beautifully written little poem this is. The imagery is truly outstanding.

    All the best

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