hetero-poetry
Words...are infinite. Meanings...just a handful.
miercuri, 8 aprilie 2009
Canvas of Dreams
As tomorrow makes the future
Disappear into the past
Every life is just a picture
Of a moment meant to last.
When a painting meets the surface
Of the canvas full of dents
Finds itself trapped in the carcase
Of a dream that never ends.
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