Relentless

Sitting in the shadow of the sun

By the window of the cafe

Silently bearing witness

To the enigma that is life

The variety of lives

Unknown to me…

Intrigued by the absence

Of sound

Where the visual is deceiving

The undertone is deaf

It seems life is curious

And, stubbornly enduring

Relentless in fact…

 

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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