Perspectives

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So what do you see?
A heart with a bullet-hole?
or 
A window to a kind soul?


A shattered dream of a many?
or
A ruined memory of a honey?


A lonely crow on a pole?
or
A solitude blessed blissful soul?


The clear sky on the horizon?
or
The dirt littered on the sand?


So what do you see?
you see what you choose to.


P.S - Poetry and Photo - Thank me.

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