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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Sun Mar 01, 2009 11:12 am
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Peering through braids
<br />of faces adorned,
<br />A question of time
<br />that had passed
<br />His palette now smeared
<br />in wishes forlorn,
<br />Her time had faded at last.
<br />A tuck of his brush
<br />replaced a smooth stroke
<br />Where once her fair hair
<br />had fallen.
<br />Though his hands no longer
<br />imitated his eyes,
<br />Her image remained terse
<br />...and yet sullen.
<br />He appears in a court
<br />of crumbling stone runes,
<br />Each one revealing his dreams.
<br />A search for her portrait
<br />proved utterly fruitless,
<br />Lost within his palette, it seems.
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