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A Painted Prose

Robin, like last leaf of autumn, clings to a velvet rose. Ah, such a lovely scene, from painted prose of God, the Unseen- of which thru his artwork reminded me of a child holding sweet mama, ‘til he was being breezed away into manhood, by the thrilling wings of her olden days.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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