When the truths all come out
To wipe the tear of doubt
It brings with itself a new tear of sorrow
And a tear is a tear
Some swiftly disappear
But some stay till the light of the morrow
With a picture in hand
Of the time we could spend
In the future which soon will pass by
We realise how small
Life and we are all
Perhaps this is our first and last try
So gather your thoughts
And dreams tied in knots
Free them from the chains of sadness
Lick the wounds on your skin
Burn the stories within
To light the mercurial spirit of madness
Frank Solanki 
Ah! If only the past could be captured and preserved in that frame on the wall, beside the bedside…….
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Love this line:
“We realize how small
Life and we are all”
So very true! Beautifully done, Frank! 💞💞💞
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Nice!
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Beatiful poem, loved it!
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Lovely… I’ll drink to the madness…
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