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Between The Curtains

Between the curtains I stand, my hands together Brown like a clay dove A messenger they Hold my letter to you written In scratchy black ink These flowers, my love Piled into a sleepy mound Pink, yellow and peach These flowers are like Our love, no longer alive But no less lovely I blossomed beneath your steely grey gaze searching for an answer to For an answer to life's many big questions I hope you've found answers This is our farewell The velvet curtain closes Love. Always. Frida. * Haiku based on "Between the curtains", a painting by Frida Khalo

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Date: 1/3/2018 2:14:00 AM
Your descriptions are fantastic. The mood intimate and severe. The loss felt
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Date: 8/16/2017 1:30:00 PM
Beautiful and evocative. I love it!
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Zara Bosman
Date: 8/16/2017 1:35:00 PM
Thank you!