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Streaking warm colors fall onto brittle paper,
Veined hands create bright landscapes.
Scents of acrylics and burned leaves
Mark the beginning of Earth's final transition.
Frantic artist's passionate brushstrokes
Decorate corridors and foyers.
Arthritic hands succumb to frost,
While blank paper consumes all.





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 2, 2010 at 7:47 pm
The words in this poem are wonderfully put together, and this is beautifully written. I love how you describe the seasons in such a creative way. Each line was a treasure to me. Well done, my dear, well done! You word
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 2, 2010 at 7:48 pm
Forget the last two words of my comment.
 
alicia_jones replied...
Oct. 10, 2010 at 8:35 am
Thank you so much for your comment! This was my first post, so your comment really boosted my confidence :)
 
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