Thursday, 27 January 2011

Phases


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  1. Charcoal -- a gray stroke on her white dress,
    In her eyes a ray of inward distress,
    On her face a brush, rough and smooth despair,
    In her hair a darkness, starless and bare.

    Around her the street, a soiled, unclear hum,
    A chatter falling from clouds dead and numb
    To drown her in a dance, still on a chair,
    Views through the pane, a world she sets aflare.

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  2. Charcoal, her breath,
    a gray cloud on red lips, painting,
    a hidden world, in colour...

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