Accosted
by paint
Smooth
strokes covet canvas clean
We
bristle…we beam
Foraging
the gates
Perusing
the mossy seams
Searching
for the key
Lantern’s
oil dwindles
As
moon nears the break of day
Tired…yet
wide awake
Solemnity
sings
Lyrical
in honesty
Tone
develops pitch
Interesting how they all work as one, yet can be seen as their own as well. Truly we develop as we go along from tone to pitch we have to scratch lifes itch.
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