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20 September 2011 @ 08:09 pm
A picture holds one
Thousand tales,
For how can one
know the circumstances?

His face is buried in the silken shade
Of her dark hair. Her smile a thin charade:
Her eyes closed to savor or lie?
Does her heart sing with mirth?
Perhaps longing for some worth?

It was late spring or maybe fall;
Vanilla hair or requested love drawls;
A sister, friend or lover--
Maybe all and neither.

A picture is worth a
Thousand tales,
Though none as interesting
as the truth.

I'm still not happy with this poem, even though it's been almost two years since I originally wrote it. Something just isn't working with it... I think it's too vague and short. Thoughts?
16 December 2010 @ 06:21 pm
Comment on this post and I will choose a random color for you, then you pick 10 things you like in that color.

solarstars gave me the color green.

Sorry, no pictures ;-;Collapse )
Current Location: Beside the Ocean
Current Music: Break Even - The Script