Painted Poem #6/21
- 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
Nice poem Prartho and a good one to remember. The picture is wonderful.