Inspired by the film “Imaginaerum”.
Fallen leaves, the final curtain…
Is it over, is it lost?
Imagery is uncertain,
Hidden all beneath the frost.
Bleeding ink for every heartbeat,
Memorandum eats the snow.
Have our islands all been charted,
Sinking in papery dough?
Memories pass just like winter,
Leaving us an empty room
With a single mindful splinter –
My imaginarium…
24.05.2018
Imaginarium
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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