September 16, 2012
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A whitewashed wall –
a cantabile clean slate,
a change for tomorrow,
a decision of fate.

All a small splattered streak,
Smudges of paint,
These simple scarce patches –
pure images faint.

Deserved dark memories,
A changed heart of gold,
Money can’t retrieve
A soul once sold.

Lost in pressure,
An indistinct sight,
Lost its value, its purity,
It’s white.

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Padoodallee said...
Jan. 31, 2013 at 10:56 pm
very deep and meaningful. This is a great piece. I hope you keep writing
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