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 Brush With Death®
a haiku of a different hue:
I've become a ghost
invisible to myself
no picture to paint

now onto another view:
Once a castle stood tall
filled with bliss
seen by one and all
they couldn't miss
it was upon a time
vibrant and bright
then happened an unforgivable crime
no more light
no people there only pain
nothing to see
a trip down lover's lane
but a memory
brush the ever flowing tears
on the canvas
paint the now ongoing years
of the sadness
red of passion once there
faded to blue
black of days can't bear
death becomes you!
Copyright© 2012
Sally





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