Nil of Color
through gray
indecision of
lassitude,
is purity found
in a
colorless hollow suffuse
though,
beauty still calls
of weary song
somnolent,
I
fall to my knees
crystalline
tear drops
I find.....
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2012
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