EMPTY
WALL
(Written on
August 21, 2015)
I imagined
an image on an empty Wall.
Like
intimate feelings, Winter passed, as had Fall.
My mastery
work was slow to show.
The
neighbor had the wall painted a blank bright white.
Then the
Greatest of all Artists used the sun as His brush,
With a
hope-filled glow…
It was an
appropriate work.
Flittering, passing shadows lasting such a short time;
Not to be
shared, by no other to be seen.
Yet
somehow, fulfilling life,
And yet
another affirmation
Of Glory´s
greatest dream!
By: Karla
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