Portrait
Portrait
a world revolves around comfortable thoughts
words that have essence only for you
pictures of reds whites and
sometimes blues
laugh past their unclean
unlocked door
a portraits face in patterns abound
words come in
they leave without a trace
to speak not
with you
remembering nothings but sometimes
somethings
we walk within paint by numbers
grayed long ago
wave to the shadows
slowly fading by
dance with such melodies
you feel them sing
swept into shelters
with frozen walls
a grandfathers clock
a sentence within
a time hello
a wave goodbye
a sad and smiling
feign repose
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