To copy art on broken glass
The artist prays for rain.
A future paints a lonely past .
Hoping love is more than just a stain
On a long forgotten pain
That changes the colour of a lonely lane
Of mind
Portraits of unfinished tasks
Sculpture of a sneering mask.
Stars walk in a crying dark.
The face conceals a burning mark.
Running towards a lonely park
Of mind.
Crying for a thought that forgets itself
And leaves alone the cobwebs that should be brushed away.
For if they return at night in dreams
That turns beauty into the sound of screams
The echo of words that paint portrays
On canvases of the thought that stays
In mind .
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River123 (
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Great write
Thx. Glad you enjoyed .
You're welcome
Some very interesting lines and concepts expressed here. Lovely
Thanks lots . Appreciate it .
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