there is an intimacy
that in touching
I cannot touch
your colours linger
after brushwork soft
has long left canvas
your words
dear friends, are never parting
and never held, yet always, always
so deeply felt
MChallis @ 2015
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
there is an intimacy
that in touching
I cannot touch
your colours linger
after brushwork soft
has long left canvas
your words
dear friends, are never parting
and never held, yet always, always
so deeply felt
MChallis @ 2015
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