unfolded sheets and cornered pages,
cobalt, rising from the blanket,
found a world within the drawer –
everything unpainted.
the velour shadow of the curtain,
quiet and thin and barely moving,
bows before the wounded evening –
everything unpainted.
too effing beautiful, Master Reeves thanks for sharing xo
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Very kind, Ms Mbrazfieldm. xo
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breathtaking lines. so good!
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Exquisitely melancholy . . .
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great shot and haunting words, nice to meet you!
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And you, too, calm Kate!
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