Through your sunken eyes
I see the World, its uncertainty
And the skeleton figures boast themselves.
I regret that I cannot see my own
And how beautiful you are without flesh?
*Every time I close the door on Reality, it comes in through the window.
-Ashleigh.Brilliant
'Alas, poor Yorick'. You and the great Bard himself share a common subject and one that digs deep into the psyche. Brilliant. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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In the simplicity of life stripped to the bare bones one can see history itself. Even the skeletons of trees bear witness to eternity. I agree with Alison. Brilliant. Kind regards, Sandra