About your hair
The flowers
That you picked
When a child
Now a paintbrush
Captures death
Awaiting your
Sunrise.
The room it drains
In fading light
Upon grieving pain
Lost in flight
A kiss farewell
In colour fills
A broken heart.
Sorrow it spills.
In a moment frozen
Centre stage
Art peforms
Its unspoken page
Image begs
Please release
My deepest loss
To eternal sleep.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: April 7th, 2026 01:55
- Category: Unclassified
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