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Art of Interpretation
The Art Of Interpretation
Waiting for the lead to drop
To leave it’s mark; an impression
And as it falls with all intensity
It leaves this:
I am searching for what is true, and for what is perfect
But what I found isn’t true; and it’s far perfect.
For my thoughts remain before the margins edge
A thin red line dividing:
Emotion from Definition
Thought from Voice
Fiction from Reality
Resulting in:
The Art of Interpretation.
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