with colors in hand
i painted a curtain
whose fall was elegant
yet rushed to subtle
i added the shades
from dark to humble
like a cascade falling
by the virtue of erosion
as a final touch ..
i splattered the canvas
with spots abstract..
here and there ..
unremarkable ..
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	amepiesces (
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