The tapestry of life
The veiled truth sparkles
Sad when we’re in strife
Why can’t you see my angle?
Ignorant to be precise
Shining in lightness
Searching for a paradise
Instead of one in bleakness
A mutable cuttlefish
Flaking in the sea
Don’t be so childish
Otherwise I’ll flee
Such a grey existence
As the bee buzzes
Can I survive in your absence?
Don’t know what’s the fuzz?
Can we make it rosy?
The shadows of the past
I say with a plea
Let’s give it a blast
Ladyleemanila 
I always love your poetry. 🙂 This line, especially: “Why can’t you see my angle.” A reminder that truth is often subjective. My truth and your truth don’t always align – how do we come together? Thanks for this beautiful way to start a Friday! (Visiting from FMF)
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thank you so much, Annie 🙂 have a lovely weekend ❤
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