GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 110

PERCEPTION The last rays of sun fall on the vast ocean I find the rainbows glittering gold The nomad in me seeks a mirage An eagle eyes the sky with a broken wing She dabs a bruise with pink ruse and ramp walks like a muse The latch on the door is something to abhor Yet a ray peeps in through a forgotten crevice She smiles as she knots her tie The kohl smudged eye is a perfect lie 110