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If I could paint my dreams

Warm, ethereal colors would dance with blotches of black

An elegant duet across the marble floor of my fingernails

I'd show the world these vivid visions

Waiting to burst and splatter their eclectic entrails

But this same world tears my distress into my denim

And preys on my vulnerabilities, striking with its venom

So today I will write my dreams, and I will write them sincere

Hoping I can one day paint these words on my fingernails

And share my masterpiece without fear

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keith jeffries

Sun 13th Dec 2020 14:25

This poem borders on the genre of surreal poetry of which I am a great fan. It is very descriptive and merits a second if not third reading.

Thank you for this
Keith

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