Rime Couee-The Old Artist
The old artist embraced squallor,
resisting riches, halting ardor;
his large paintings remained indoor.
With dust on their canvas,
the images started to lose their color...
as his tears flowed across.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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