Thoughts on Old Photos VIV

I painted you
into
an avalanche of sun glow
so my smeared hands
cannot fanthom
the beauty within

I locked you away
behind the canvas
so my weary eyes
show no more desire

I sealed your lips
in silence
so your whispers
penetrate my mind
no further

Your catatonia is
my salvation

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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