Finished Canvas
Words pierce my mind as if bullets through an empty bottle.
Hollow sound.
Shattered shards cut through the heart of time no longer mine.
Music plays the strings no more.
It's colorful echo overshadowed by strokes of a pencil, long lost to the deaf.
Paint sets on moments shared.
Hollow sound.
Shattered shards cut through the heart of time no longer mine.
Music plays the strings no more.
It's colorful echo overshadowed by strokes of a pencil, long lost to the deaf.
Paint sets on moments shared.
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| Pancho v/d Post: | Donderdag, mei 22, 2014 16:10 |
| mooie verwoording. groeten, Pancho (We hebben elkaar ooit eens ontmoet bij de meeting 2007 @ Baarn) | |
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| Auteur: Code-Y | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 mei 2014 | ||
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