New Life Cycle
The old barn
condemned;
fresh wood
for creative juices;
carved and whittled into
the most refined
picture frames,
you’ve ever
ever imagined
to don
a fine portrait...
condemned
to a new life.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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