The Cave

by Parrish Lantern

Their stories are shadows, now
cast by candlelight. Images
turned away from life
wall art flickering, by
flames breath
mirrors forged
by lights dark twin
muttering tales of
plato's hole.
Their stories are now
shadows, chained
to a flicker, in some
semblance of living.

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image making
by: McCollonough Ceili

Very good lines that force the mind to create images of yester year

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