By David L. Painter
A multitude of colors drift by as mirrored streams reflection of the day appear as if they are so far away. Then the wind carriers that thought with it, I watch as the silhouette of it lingers and fades, was it really there? Or was my dream just a sad figment of my mind. There are things that should be, others have no bearing , for they are not real and there for of no value. But somehow those things have great importance, those intangible things that we long to process, even when they drift by as mirrored shadows, this is what we call the human condition the want, the yearning. Perhaps even the silence of a dream that scarcely can be remembered. with its multitude of colors.
David L. Painter is a International published poet, He is a member of the Inner Circle writers’ group and
Penned in the City. His works have been published in Sweetycat Press, Piker Press, Rye Whiskey
Review, Clarendon House. Spillwords Press, The Writer’s Club, Dyst Literary Journal, the World of Myth, Every Writer, and Academy of the Heart and Mind.
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Good one, David! 🙂