artistic grace.
Brown leaves drifting and falling to the imaginary
ground, where they will lie for an eternity.
Because no one can ever see them beneath the painting –
unable to rake them into piles for children to jump
and scatter across an unseen yard.
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Slipping into a silent space inside, reserved for only my mind,
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Windows of my mind are always open,
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Rising emotions, wanting to be expressed so as not to be felt anymore.
Wishing to take everyone under their wings to ease their stress and give them heavenly comfort.
Falling down among the past forever.
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