I painted my final picture with a smile on my face;
The blue and green blend
Of opportunity.
For so many years
I watched her abuse the present;
Was there any point of
The ||silk|| ribbon?
The epiphany was a fresh ocean of light,
Pain surrounding her
Weathered eyes reflected
In my
Tears of
{rain}
Yet the faintly glowing Sun was soon to
[fall]
That moment of realisation will be carved
Into my head forever.
A contest entry
- God's Canvas... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 23, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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yes you are so true..we all are under the same impression of life of this beauty..well done...thanks..
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