From Afar...

iT is only from afar
that we sometimes see what is real...

it is the function of distance
that makes us see all the details

something ironic
putting our tongues in aghast

but only for a while
as they say

the skies become rolled up sleeves
and the stars fall like leaves from the fig trees

from afar....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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