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| Photo and Edit by Linda Rogers |
Like lonely artist with tree branches sketched
the memories of him stay f-o-r-e-v-e-r etched
The penciled-in leaves drawn deep in her heart
dimming bright hues into colorless art
She watches as light begins fading away
and whispers of him lead her spirit astray
Frigid dark branches have nothing to lose
just as the lover who misses her muse
The pain of staring at his empty canvas
leaves her imprisoned and riddled with madness.
For OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poet's-Week129
