was magnificent.
her hand holding the brush
in the bright light
of day,
the curtains pulled open.
the oils
going leisurely onto canvas.
i could watch her
all day.
the music on.
the smile on her face.
each finished
piece a surprise, each
a product
of her fierce imagination.
my love
and admiration
has never died.
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Hauntingly tangible.
It seems like a gorgeous, yet
raw and aching memory.
I think any sensitive, aware and emotionally capable person, can relate.
At our age, it is often difficult to completely move forward. Especially if we’ve lived through so many past imprinting experiences.
It is a struggle I often fail at.
I doubt my past life could never be as meaningful as my future life.
I’m looking for someone who can prove me wrong.
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