Behind the Yellow Wall
A Poem by paleshadeofwhite
He stares at the wall silently as he sits in a darkened kitchen room; where the wooden table smells of musk, and a vase of red roses sits on top. He sits as if waiting for someone alone in silence. A man grown old;in this house colored yellow; that sits on a hill top; filled with green grass;that covers the land.
© 2014 paleshadeofwhite
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paleshadeofwhiteNJ
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I capture moments in time through poetry; they are drawn from all periods of my distinguished life. The works are blended with mysticism, magick, spirituality, and dramatic style. With vibrant images .. more..
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