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This is the personal writing site of Barry Hurd- online consultant, designer, writer, marketer, entrepreneur, and father.

Colorful figments of my life I find

Vivid and unique just one of a kind

Within illusion these images simple to define

Bottomless and empty like this bottle of wine

Does this elixir of living become simply mine

Learning to believe there is nothing divine

Invading my memory like unwanted vines

Losing the passion if not my mind

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One Response to “Amnesia my Ambrosia”

  1. Hello.

    This poem stopped my scrolling - I agree, losing the illusion really is jarring - like waking up from a fairy tale you thought was real.

    Sorry for the ramble, but it definatley made me pause.

    Keep sharing - much appreciated.

    Julie Tharlove

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