No Longer a Secret

i’m here again
in this scented cage
soaking my body
in the mid day heat
on my knee
a loose page
quivers
in a breeze
made silent by
human tongues
the spoken language too
real
in this oasis of dreams
reality’s hard edge
coarse and blunt
even the laughter
harsh
this secret place
no longer special
Though
there is something….
about an empty space

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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