Frames of Flaws


Eyes closed,

The mind is painting

And the soul stays begging

Truth trumps postiche

The history on these walls,

Is carried by frames of flaws.

 

Eyes closed,

The heart is beating,

As the fantasies reel in

In a world of secrets 

The story in this hall

Is told by frames of flaws.

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