Impudent heart, pray what did possess you
so brazenly to paint across a somber canvas
these colors uncharacteristic of agèd hues
that were more fit for one of fresher features?
Let time be thy guide, impatient spirit, and rest.
Impudent heart, pray what did possess you
so brazenly to paint across a somber canvas
these colors uncharacteristic of agèd hues
that were more fit for one of fresher features?
Let time be thy guide, impatient spirit, and rest.
Oh lovely ..but the matters of heart……If it was a horse, blinkers would have helped π
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Perhaps, Soma, although in my case, I fear blinkers might just intensify the obsession. π
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π you are right it will ……the wicked & charming do nots π
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Oh my! I have to laugh, I can relate. π I figure we can scapegoat it never on a single person, nor even our own at-times treacherous-seeming hearts, but simply the Great Creative Muse… igniting our ever-youthful inner fuse. ;)) And long may it live and bloom inside us. That should be allowed, perhaps, in art. :)) πππ₯π§‘π±πΈ
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Perfectly said, Lia! And long may that ever-youthful inner fuse burn!
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