Your voice:

My dream as certain truth,

As hope the captive's breath.

. . .

A three line, twelve word poem. How significant can such a small thing be?

These brief words arose from my vivid experience of the sound of a voice I love and have heard many times in dream but never in my waking state. Words change according to my truth.

Truth in art is shaped by the person experiencing it: I only ever know what comes to mind...

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2018

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