Pain's Portrait

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem about...

Submitted: March 05, 2008

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The colours run
Dripping frantically
Merging and swirling
Into one
 
Exquisite colours
Now form new
Unseen sights
No names to follow
 
What will shape
The distant hills
Of times lonely
Forgotten landscape
 
For when the moon
Slips through the skies
A new dawn waits
To dry your eyes


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