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Semblance

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Yellow boxes,

Instant messages,

An incident at the central platform.

Reverbed voices,

Bossa, Topspin,

A spontaneous night time excursion-we gather in circles.

Fireworks and laughters,

We are all heading to the same destination she said.

Exciting things are about to happen

And days of being relentless are about to come.

I stumbled on an old photograph

And wondered 

When was the last time I escaped?

I suddenly recalled what might have been an experience

We might have shared together.

We left in haste.

An indiscreet reminder,

A coincidental harmony,

An uknown truth.

Reviews

[Tricia O'Brien]

This is rad. Well done

Trish-

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this poem was sooo beautiful i had to pause the beatles singing 0.0 i've never done that before oh my jeebus! anyway on to your poem i really liked it it had the quick pace to it in the beginning and then the sudden thoughts in the end that had me left in awe from the last line :) it was wicked period.