841. You prisma soul

Elaina

miprisma you were called..
by a stranger who said he knew me...
after long ,the "story"changed by that same stranger..

I was left in deep pensive thoughts ...
wondering..
what is Truth...
what is Real...
what I feel is Real..
beyond all stories and mind boggles ...
and I remain..

like the lady of the lake...
an angel with broken wings...
singing her song..
of long ago and the here and now..
wondering if maybe you'll hear my hymn of a love unknown