Every Rose Has A Thorn: Playmates


Playmates

Behind the last velvet wall,

silence sighs, impatient.

Shaky fingers glide through the perpetual dust,

silence smiles,

frenzy has arrived.

Time to play,

frenzy pretends she is in charge

of the make believe-

women and men painting

their other world on,

the invisible ones organize

for the journey.

Silence knows it is her turn

to play at leader.

Frenzy follows in her wake

to meet

the final friend.

They join hands

the moment of touch

Magic



Appears.

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