Ivy Briars

on the stone wall
lining the duration of it's heavy mast
stood ivy briars in a bunch
columns permeate it's sullen brevity
used to frolic through its ambiance
green ivy flowing in its decorum
an artist paints nearby a portrait
to become in the moment
locked away in his seclusion alone
flowing with ever increasing vibrance
perhaps this is the place where Nero tred ?
falling emblems in a soft embellished moment of love

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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