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Painted Dreams part 8

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“ I worshiped you in a different life So desperately wanting to be your wife Then saw your reflection in that knife I wondered who caused the constant strife?” Part 8/9 Painted Dreams A mystery told in poetry Art photography and poetry by H.C. Holter I walked for days through painted dreams Were they real, or were they screams? Images flowing down in streams Nothing to tangible or as it seems This fractured mind so lost in time To remember is an upward climb I feel my soul covered in grime What had I done, was it a crime? The evening light, colours the snow The world engulfed in an orange glow My movements staggered and oh so slow Are you truly my friend or really my foe? I remember soft and wavy locks of hair A warm smile and shoulders bare The lucid moments of my mind are rare I could go further, but I don’t dare What happened on that fateful night? When I got lost and you took flight I don’t remember, was there a fight? Still searching in the morning light The fjord so still, almost covered in ice Light reflections make me look twice Was that a shadow or guilty cries? Mind so foggy and filled with lies We were happy once, I think, I believe But then again, people say, I am naive Is it you, or me myself that I deceive? Was it you or I, who chose to leave? The foggy dusk clears, so does the mind Leaving nothing but frost to hide behind I will always remember you as kind They probably wonder, can I be so blind I worshiped you in a different life So desperately wanting to be your wife Then saw your reflection in that knife I wondered who caused the constant strife?

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