Of all the forgotten faces
let me be one.
Like the wind
felt
but unseen.
Like the dot
that never grew
beyond
any dimension.
An epiphany
of
voice, thoughts
and feelings.
A regurgitation
of moments
that never stilled.
Image Rob Curran

Of all the forgotten faces
let me be one.
Like the wind
felt
but unseen.
Like the dot
that never grew
beyond
any dimension.
An epiphany
of
voice, thoughts
and feelings.
A regurgitation
of moments
that never stilled.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
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