strokes of black
on pretty landscapes
shocks artist's spear
Is the Maker
frozen in snow
or somewhere here?
Whose brush
paints reminders
that the end is near?
strokes of black
on pretty landscapes
shocks artist's spear
Is the Maker
frozen in snow
or somewhere here?
Whose brush
paints reminders
that the end is near?
water
daughter
ought
to melt
later
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Ih wow. This is so poignant Reena.
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Thank you, Lorraine!
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This is a lovely poem, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Roberta!
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Love the last lines, Reena.
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Thank you, Sue!
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