
Friday, May 01, 2009

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A paint brush,
with bristles so thick.
Pour on the pallet,
all the acrylic.
Left and right,
leaving streaks of colours.
That depict the emotions
of my life's sours.
The sky grows dark
with the colours a few.
Of what was known
to be a reddish hue.
Over the horizon,
the sky ablaze.
As the wanderer took his step
from that place.
-Christopher Lye-


