Life is a painting
Life is
like a painting
in it
there’s always
a quest for the moon
hung aloft
and the sempiternal secret
of the sun
there’s always
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Life is
like a painting
in it
there’s always
a quest for the moon
hung aloft
and the sempiternal secret
of the sun
there’s always
(more…)
The silks of willows
like ink
winding and meandering
gingerly
outlining
silhouette of gloom
a flowerless
waterless
triumphal scenery
faceless
tearless
hurt.
A long overdue,
love,
scintillating,
phantom of twilight,
little firefly,
sweet as a mocha,
cream puff,
an ill-defined,
nebulous,
phantasmagoric,
allurement,
an invasion of,
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Quiet of the night,
banishing,
fantasy,
chilling,
the moonlight,
snowman is,
a winter fairy tale,
born to love,
with seasonal frost,
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Sunlight tilted,
moving gently,
on the smooth varnish of the table,
like the hands of a clock,
calculating,
the scattered and fragmentary time,
an empty afternoon,
like countless tiny water droplets,
destined to be,