Open Poetry #9 |
objet trouve |
H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
objet trouve Before the words she spoke to move a lover's heart, their eyes had met...she broke the spell. That briefest start would ardor's tender yoke of halves make one, impart to his canvass the stroke Van Gogh's passionate art conveyed to paint the one and only rising of his sun. --HA |
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