Poetry 'n Prose

Poetry Is Error

Poetry is error

A hand, which

Full of sleep,

Searches the pillow

For some

Other hand

And in between us

Is vastness

Constellations away

Before us

Is a lifetime.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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