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Saturday, May 18, 2013

Monet's Last Words

Gather around all there are,
Let me share my grace

"Welcome"

Words of empty shores
Promise is none
Shadows face

"Come with me"

Following like sheep
Pastures grazing without a care
They go therewith
A dusty sleep

Cannot shake this thought of mine
Is it strange, or am just i?
That pretenders fill the chambers wide

Should you wish a turn
Then jump right in
Without the spirit
You remain.... not a thing

Where passion lies, fire ignites
Where fire ignites, artists rise.

2 comments:

  1. 'pretenders fill the chambers wide'
    beautiful
    and I am awesome
    passion flies, are you alight?

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  2. awesomeness is shared
    burning as brightly as the sun
    as eververscent images bare
    an artist's work is never done

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