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It has been a month or so, but time to slowly creep back with a new poem!

Clouded vision

The warm breath
Shading panes,
perhaps the few
That live in enclosure.

House the heads
Of woeful states,
Confinment clogs
Peaceful treasure.

Designed to next
From sequence fall.
And strive upon
Fateful pleasure.

Hidden questions
Found on lips,
Cast shadows tall,
Yet remain in leasure.




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Anonymous said…
Just happened to check in today and found a poem. And I see you're "creeping" back. Nice creeping, Paulo--I enjoyed your new piece here.
5/6/11, 5:57 PM
Paulog30 said…
Many thanks, have been working on other artistic endeavours, painting and figurine making. I wear many art hats.
5/9/11, 1:47 AM
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