• poetdinma 2w

    Fiction

    My fiction is the soul
    The depth beyond the hole
    It is the vision that survives
    The division and the lies

    It is the painting brush..the rueful pen
    The screeching balm for broken hearts
    It is a thousand sensual dawns
    Sharing mystery in Flippant turns

    My fiction is the song
    The truth you see in blurred lines
    It is the rhythm that numbs cold darkness
    The history of strangers and bloodlines

    My fiction is the soul
    The depth beyond the hole
    It is the mirror that often shows
    The real truths beyond the lies

    ©thebluefiction
    ©poetdinma