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Deep within the subconscious mind
There is a place we roam to find
Sometimes things we thought were left
behind, has gone ahead, things that
were left unsaid
Pursuing the thoughts within our head
Messages and titles usually left for dead
Being played out as we drift into
To expanse of an empty canvas
Waiting to be filled with colour
Not knowing what one will discover
We are also at liberty in the places we go
Any chapter will do
Maybe false or maybe true.
While effectively at rest in an empty
space of endless nothingness
Far beyond the realms of reality
Private scenes of love, passion, terror
Successes and Errors
Surreal and mysterious adventures
Journeying to places never to be discovered in life
Or ever mentioned
Wondering what the trip meant
Was it just a dream or heaven sent?
Poem by Margaret Smith
Model: Magdalena K
Photo: Tony Wellington
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