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Pine Trees against a Red Sky with Setting Sun, 1889 by Vincent van Gogh
heart ~ a wild collage
of gold-smeared skies
pressed within
oil-washed layers
of breathing
melancholy
as leaves curled in
cashmere greens
trace
condensed contours
between
the restless air
stroking
the pine needles
soaked in the
dewy-dreamed breeze
of piercing persimmon
where time takes
a trembling leap
sailing into
vermilion arms
of the
colorful oblivion...
and herbs of hope
f
a
l
l
like iron nails of silence
as the sun seizes
saffron sighs of love
caged amidst
the tangerine tips
of tomorrow,
peeking from the
edge
of
f l e e
t i
n g
summer,
as amber embers
s w i r l and s w a y
above roots of resilience
rushing with
grains of patience
while you
question the
velvety filter
of fatigued fog
as if every
burden I’ve worn~
almost bent
and broken,
is a fabricated lie
sketched not
with tears...
O lovelorn twigs
forlorn ferns
this I frame
in
windswept woes ~
an aesthetic archive
in the museum
of
r u s
t l i
n g
murmurs…
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