She said that a picture simply
Does not do it for her.
I wondered what I had to do
In personae to make my impression
Known, or at least to last?
She tiles mosaics to a wall
Some form of art
In shapes of whimsical fantasy.
I know in my heart it is not meant to be,
So in my malaise I weep, my misery.

10/22/2006

Posted on 10/23/2006
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