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PHACE - VERSE - Paul Roberts

Luna Dolina by Paul Roberts

Old photos are not like mirrors
I see that boy between the fissures
the occaisonal fire in my eyes
the ghost of youth that it belies
when I look back now at images
my face before it had ridges
I see only the times inbetween
and all the things that I have seen
the people met and the drugs taking
experience brings beauty and awakening
each groove proves a lesson learnt
every line in my heart a poem burnt
now and then I drop the disguise
dance in a field and forget the lies
for a night or two that lad again
especially when it pisses with rain
dancing with abandon and falling over
waking up with my face in clover
a smile and thoughts so silly
because none of us grow up really
in 20 years I’ll look back at me
and a young boy is all I’ll see

​Paul Roberts x

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