Deborah L. Walliser
Conocer De Vista - Poem by Deborah L. Walliser
Kind of like leather, stiff-
Others are brittle and sharp..
outlined by dull passion
in bright hues of make believe colors.
Kind of like music...
Heard by the deaf and sought
by the blind.
A rhythm...of time.
Prominently hidden, simply intricate.
All alive? Yes.
But with life?
Kind of like dew..glistening like diamonds.
A rich man's dream.
Yes, glistening. Hark! - the surface only.
The surface only...
Kind of like knowledge.
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