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Saturday, October 10, 2015

The unfinished painting you grow into...

All I need is a piece of paper,
and some charcoal or sharpened graphite,
to paint you,
in words.
Monochrome, my painting.

Conscientious my efforts,
as I try to draw,
the edges of your unlived dreams,
which rustle as leaves,
as they talk to me
and stare innocently at the white sky...

And then it does not end.
For you never stop there.
You expand.
You grow
and you become the forest.

I stare at my fingers and the charcoal.

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