Display Poem by Paula M. Puddephatt
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Ebony darkness
weaves her own melodies
into the silent sky.
Beautiful memories
light up the darkness,
each one exploding, like a firework -
each one, duly expiring.
Then those final colours fade,
as the display draws to a close -
leaving me wondering,
in the empty aftermath
of calm skies:
Wasn't it all just an
exquisite illusion?
Is anything real?
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4/26/2024 10:45:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, some things are real - they just don't last unfortunately. That's life, thats why this poem is so relatable. Well written Paula~