Dorothy On Her Deathbed
The artist in me myself instinctively tracing
work a share miseries to inspiration making
Shrouded within my cocoon of slashing brush strokes
lost lovely my Dorothy gently softly releases her yokes
A watch seeing graduations of deaths cold colours on her lovely face
ship me lost my anchor my heart lost love no longer in her embrace
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2012
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