Critical Analysis #2 |
Paintbrush - a reflection on midlife dating |
ladywrytr Junior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 10Southeastern MA |
Paintbrush Each stroke fills in an empty space And leaves a beam of light In that dark and secret hiding place Of sad and lonely night Your heart has opened once again Despite its frozen lock My paintbrush slips between the cracks And quietly I knock I bring you colors bright and new And some you saw before I hope to slightly change the hue So you will need no more. What lies behind us and what lies before us are but tiny matters compared to what lies within us |
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