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Transient Colors
The colors ripped
through the night,
only to find
the master painting
a wounded paradigm
at dawn, it empties
through a pale light,
ambient of its charm.
through the night,
only to find
the master painting
a wounded paradigm
at dawn, it empties
through a pale light,
ambient of its charm.
Published 10th Dec 2014
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Anonymous
10th Dec 2014 7:31pm
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10th Dec 2014 7:36pm
Anonymous
10th Dec 2014 8:19pm
Great canvas of words,Pishashee...
12th Dec 2014 2:36pm
Anonymous
10th Dec 2014 11:53pm
master painting a wounded paradigm
that's poetry .. wonderful .. you just floored me
that's poetry .. wonderful .. you just floored me
12th Dec 2014 2:36pm
11th Dec 2014 2:27am
12th Dec 2014 2:36pm
11th Dec 2014 7:00pm
It's rather a painting than a poem and not transient but consitent in its beauty, my dear Pish. Enjoyed!
12th Dec 2014 2:38pm
13th Dec 2014 00:59am
it seems that everything attempts to become art. the poet reflects on it, but passes no judgement...
