We are the
Dusty shadows
Of well hung
Pictures lost
Removed but
Vestiges of them
Remain, the frail dust
of Humanity marking
the place where we
once hung
How wide the frame
It's breadth and all
But not one color
View or touch
Of what was once
a vibrant painting
Valued by those
Who looked upon
And saw
A recreation of
Mortal flesh
The warmth of skin
in oil accurate

11/28/2006

Posted on 12/11/2009
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