THE WALL OF CONCEPTIONS
Echoes of faded dreams,
vanish into the niches of
the mind.
And unseen
fleeting contours shape
the labyrinths of
eternity.
Delusional illusions
project possibilities onto
the wall of conceptions.
And shifting thoughts
about the landscape
remain unspoken.
The silent symphony of
whispered emotions
guide the footsteps
of veiled enigmas.
And beneath the
surface of consciousness
muses sing songs of
forgotten desires
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