See Me – a poem

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Imagination is a cruel thing

As boundless as the heart’s desire

As deceptive as an adolescent infatuation

For what perfection can the mind not conjure

 

Fantasy dethrones reality

The grime scrubbed away

The image buffed to a silvern lustre

But only in the mind’s eye Continue reading “See Me – a poem”