A child’s beautiful imagination “it is possible!” bettered , pettered out into “is it possible?”
An enigma,a possibility,in its amorphous form ----- stalled.
Reality ; lost in the gaggle of possibilities or never discovered ?
Rainbow of feigns or a mish-mash of identity ?
A ray of dawn or dusk ? or a sun behind an overcast ?..may be……
A possibility ; crushed deliberately or nipped in the bud---- by The Winter Dew ?
A “harakiri” or “self-immolation” ?
Should I call these shades of life or whims of a boozer who has his eyes closed and refuses to open them!!
A ‘Life’--- to be figured out by ‘Life’ itself before ‘Life’ kills ‘Life’ in the war against ‘Life………………….
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