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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Submitted: March 05, 2008



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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