scratches in my mind - disingenuous ignorance is bliss...
Another thought-provoking, inspirational, senryu
opulence enrobes
their decadent existence
shrouds reality
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Author's Notes: Another piece for my "scratches in my mind" series.
You can find the other parts o this series below:
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (5)
Great word choice in this! Lended to a strong image
Powerful words, Paul. And Dharr.... "Paulitical" Bahhhhhh!!!! 🤣🤣🤣
It certainly does.
Shrouding one reality of life. nice
Oh it definitely shrouds reality! This was so deep and Paulitical! 🍩🥐