Infatuation such a futile thing
when the world is distorted
through a rose colored mist.
Blurred edges The landscape
formed through nostalgia’s lenses
Everything in soft focus.
.
Infatuation such a soulless thing
devoid of sovereign reason,
when the God you seek,
is an illusion..not to be believed,
in a heaven made of cardboard dreams
painted with muted time.
Everything I Never Told You 
This is very interesting and brings a multitude of thoughts to my foggy brain this morning. I love it because it says it all. This has to be one of your shortest musings ever. xxoo
Hugs,
Ellie
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It is rare for me to be so brief. 😉 Thanks for reading. Love ya xx
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For some reason Norah Jones came to mind while reading this. Love.
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That’s what I was going for.
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Haha. 😉
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