And these walls will never speak again
Because the feet that hung from the ceiling are limp.
Steady now, the hands of paint,
Stands yet another beautiful crimp.
artist, death, life, POETRY, struggle
September 15, 2016 at 12:37 pm
The pain is palpable!
Such beautiful poetry.
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September 15, 2016 at 7:04 pm
Yes. Thank you for recognising the emotions in this 🙂
September 19, 2016 at 12:12 pm
September 15, 2016 at 3:32 pm
It’s beautiful and the picture just says it all.
September 21, 2016 at 12:12 pm
Oh. Your words mean a lot. Yes, the picture is perfect!
November 3, 2016 at 1:46 pm
November 3, 2016 at 1:49 pm
Thank you! 😀
November 3, 2016 at 2:29 pm
you’re welcome!!! 🙂
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