Thistle and Flower

Memory….

an echo of Time

that shadow of place

and the melancholy of

distance

fades with each day of

living

an ambiguity of space

then, the uncertainty of

age

all in the sphere of the unknown

Constant…..

the past slowly overgrown

with both thistle and flower

though in those quieter

moments

there is the echo………

 

Thatcher Doran

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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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