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Bagatelle
The easel leaned in the morning light
a northern light free of the harsh glare
of yesterday's evening sun,hot and cruel
the paint not dry, not for days,
time to change a shadow here perhaps
the hands expressionless, need warmth
holding the child who holds a teddy bear
What this means ? Who knows,the
room empty as the easel leans in
the northern morning light,
a northern light free of the harsh glare
of yesterday's evening sun,hot and cruel
the paint not dry, not for days,
time to change a shadow here perhaps
the hands expressionless, need warmth
holding the child who holds a teddy bear
What this means ? Who knows,the
room empty as the easel leans in
the northern morning light,
Published 17th Aug 2016
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