We stayed jaded

Like perfect marble green stones of the mind
And perfect stones never cut their ribs
Life it is life it is you said
Like you said it was
And it would be
Lived and shared through the splinters of time
We stayed shaded
Time jewels focused within a moment
Like a definition proof painting
Colour resistant freedom
And perfect shades never seek the form
Except an oblique smile
Gliding down the final shift

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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