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Painted Poem #6/21

  • Writer: prartho
    prartho
  • Aug 30, 2020
  • 1 min read

In the Temple of Sadness

When sadness sat at my table last night I saw that he was beautiful just like my friend

told me he was the friend who called last week to tell me she was dying


Beautiful sadness windows smudged with steam the ceaseless watercourse way the vanishing of what makes things alive

melancholy night filled with rain

1 comentário


karen.kreidler352
01 de set. de 2020

Nice poem Prartho and a good one to remember. The picture is wonderful.

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