By title yea complain their observance shook, Beatify, loom my silken clouds on shallow rays, Bit from gawking crows: soothed…
Lady of the Portrait
Help me, for canvas imprisoned here, A respite too short for crowds near, Mine art is subtle, if not to…
Open Canvas
Within each being a canvas framed, There let form the colours life to paint, Ere erase the strokes of simple…
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The world sank to grey, And I followed it to black; Whilst I held onto the light, It whispered my…
Bound by love
Lest their ways known, it had only come to pass; In the midst of it all, once there was but…
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