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She watches
at different times:
the light does not
matter, during different
seasons. Sun and snow being
the same for her. But always
from the window, clear. She
sees marvelous, but quite churning
depictions of cityscapes. She
ever never ventures out to explore
them: is Impressionism built into
her superbly beating heart?
the light does not
matter, during different
seasons. Sun and snow being
the same for her. But always
from the window, clear. She
sees marvelous, but quite churning
depictions of cityscapes. She
ever never ventures out to explore
them: is Impressionism built into
her superbly beating heart?
Published 23rd Apr 2013
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10th May 2013 7:41am
Someone told me once that Impressionism is for talentless.
They skim over what's already there.
Love the cryptic feel to your work.
Not your everyday poems....
They skim over what's already there.
Love the cryptic feel to your work.
Not your everyday poems....
11th May 2013 6:58pm
"Every day it's getting closer." The Impressionism here, as you probably know, refers to the artistic movement of said name. It's not "everyday," my poet friend.
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