MistA Poem by MCSSlanted across taut canvas reed brown spills slowly hanging horizontal and still suspended and slashed by white mist
smoldering ochre fog encroaching iridescent blue greens fading punctuated by white and black yellow hues fanned alive growing hot
crazy random words strung along, woven tightly with each brush stroke in the desire to create passion on a flat surface © 2013 MCSAuthor's Note
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Added on November 10, 2013 Last Updated on November 10, 2013 Author |