Friday, December 13, 2019

Brilliant Blues

Like a canvas stripped bare
Brilliant blues washed away
Crimson in slumber waits
With gentle breaths she fades
Let the dark seep slowly
Untouched rose painted white
Lain neath a crown of thorns
Believing she could fly
Exposed for all to see
Fated beauty erased
Tracings of her broken
A picture of her pain

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