Nov 2019
2.
A hollow winter's home,
Down hallways dim
Walls of cold grey that bemoans
The emptiness felt within
Deathly hues of blackest souls
A museum of the painter's woe
Winter's home seen now as hollow...
Where only shadows go to wallow.
A hollow winter's home,
Down hallways dim
Walls of cold grey that bemoans
The emptiness felt within
Deathly hues of blackest souls
A museum of the painter's woe
Winter's home seen now as hollow...
Where only shadows go to wallow.
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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