All that remains
is a folk tale misremembered
the dust accumulated
amidst the ruins of all that became
All that survives
is a feeling gone by
in the form of a song
of lyrical lies
A knife isn’t as sharp
as the silence tonight
A fly on the wall
is disturbed at its might
The bird’s eye view
is a reminder of the insignificance
and the death of today’s news
a final nail in the coffin of permanence
Painting by By collage artist @dynamodoh
Smoke words every day. 
5 responses to “[487] Lessons Learned”
WOW! Another beautiful piece, my friend. So perfectly weaved and masterfully written 🙌🏻🖤🤗
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Thank you so much, Grace 🙂
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“A knife isn’t as sharp as the silence tonight…” My night is like that… and I am embracing the silence. It’s nice! ❤
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Silence always leads to a better taste for our realities 🙂
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Very good point! ❤
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