The Cold War: Art Movement
When I write,
It is always
Your face
That appears
from words' sweat,
from the ink bitterness,
At the paper's edge, or
At the end or the beginning of the line.
When I paint,
And I do not know what I paint;
But it is always
Your name
That appears
At the center
Of the canvas.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2007
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