Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, May 29, 2011
A Fortunate Photograph
A fortunate photograph, in a day that betrayed reality. Could've been another person, a series of persons, a type. And she loses herself in style until she is only a part of a group picture and she doesn't want to be herself anymore. And I gaze from the side and identify her from before. I think that I know who she really is.
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