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Broken Canvas

Dust upon a broken canvas that will never receive paint. He is far too gone to accept the wonderful colors that were to be his fate. Now he sits in a corner broken and alone. Pondering on the story or the tales he could of told! In the end he is merely wood and cloth, which will soon be thrown away and forever lost. He's far too gone his sheet withered and frayed, his hopes and dreams have alas...faded to grey!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/9/2013 6:47:00 PM
Welcome to poetry soup! Light & Love
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Date: 1/8/2013 6:56:00 AM
Hi there and welcome to the site, I hope you enjoy it here.
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Date: 1/8/2013 3:29:00 AM
Welcome to P-Soup, Jed! Hope you'll have great pleasure to share your poems here with us. - I like your poem, you write very good, looking forward to reading more from you. - Warm greeting / / Anne-Lise :)
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