Oil On Paper
Oil on paper, skies are grey
It’s a windy autumn day
I see linens on the line
Bedsheet swings behind the vine
There's your shirt of navy blue
And my sweater of green hue
And it was so long ago
Where now do we belong?
I’m not sure I can tell
Memory can’t serve that well
Can you recognize the place?
Did we really leave a trace?
Oil on paper, V&A
Sunrays flash impales the grey
Linens, swinging on the line
Through the foliage of time.
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