David Chap Bottoms
Perspective - Poem by David Chap Bottoms
Complications, heart ache and thoughts that dwell in me, whispering doubts and echoing encouragements.
Dripping like poison from their lips and floating like the sweet scent of lavender in the air.
The world is both a mosaic of beautiful colors clashed together in tasteful images, and a hellish landscape of suffering and pain.
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