The paintings on the wall,
smell of unreal things
that do not exist.1
The traditions portray,
a jolly picture in the frame,
people standing together;
separated only by subtle strokes,
but the lines are mighty poignant.2
A childhood wasted,
by the shadows of apparition;
struggling to come in terms with reality.
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Comments
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Short and sweet, but it's still a very thought provoking poem that has been well written.
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Many thanks.
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I really like it =]
It's short but powerful and flows really well, you're an amazing poet.
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Thanks so much.
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