Besides the Reality of Pain

Staring at the faces

Of Monday morning strangers

Waiting for a sign

From the muted sound of feet

Hear the silent echo…

Evaporate against the cafe glass

Like the blank page

Waiting for ink…

The anticipation of a moment

To interpret what is real…

Besides…the reality of pain

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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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