Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. - Albert Einstein


3 nominations

the lights are down and the lighters sway they cheer his shadow as it saunters onstage before him the chatter is now a roar that compels him to take it in before surrendering his gift the silky smooth voice the delicate guitar licks snatches lost time lost years lost love of his poetry and weaves it all into sweet retribution this moment salvaged the soul of the unknown genius the doubts the loss the dreams that had no end and the heart that hungered for this moment had feasted Sixto the legend was born again

© Deckard


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