Thursday, June 16, 2011

Reflections



See yourself clearly,the reflection of your eye, the shade of your frown. The colours are bright, the sun is high the moon is gone. He has seen your smile and walked away,the colours weren't right the palate was false, the car-park was vacant. You must pick up the brush and start again, follow the line, trust its depth follow his direction.

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