Under The Super Full Moon
Love And Truth Hidden In Plain Sight
What I would do to peek behind the veil
Just to know if it’s all true
To know if you desire me as much as I desire you
Under this super full moon, the veil is the thinnest
It’s challenging to see the rendering image
Are you a mirage
And sometimes it’s hard to sort what’s true of you and I
Vivid dreams turned into vivid memories paint elements of you
Though I feel you with every fiber of my being
How well do I know you
How well do you know yourself
Can I trust you with the most intimate aspects of myself
Until there is a tear in the veil, efforts mixed with time will only tell
-Jasper Rei The Artist
08.30.23
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Nunca dejes de crear, gracias ! bonitas poesías . Pablo
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