Out On Leave

he walks under a canopy

of green

midday

out on leave….

seizing the opportunity to

capture a moment

dissolve the walls of….

laid by Fate

cemented by Time

wondering, thinking

he must write

about the enigma of the self

a life

the constant paradoxes

rumours about reality

the titillating  ambience

of dreams

until the hour glass

screams

and people leave one by

one

his time is up and he must

return

slip the mask back on

resume….

 

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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