I watched you.
Through cracked glass
A smokey mist
Vision blurred.
In Wintertime
A fall of snow
Childrens voices
Upon cold air.
My words were silent
Save an echo
Spinning..
Through my mind.
For what is beauty ?
Save a moment
Slipping from our grasp,
Like a sailboat
On the ocean
Becomes a dot upon our past.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2023 09:55
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Comments1
love it
many thanks its much appreciated, hope you like some of my others too
don't even worry about it a freat artist like u never makes bad art...
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