Monday, January 01, 2007

Nostalgia (An interpretation)

Here is the painting

Deep is the call of the past,
within this glass, my memories last,

Long is the way trodden,
My history in this rain sodden,

The present is a lie,
For the memory my eyes die.

In this plastic present I lay clad,
won't be long before the clock goes mad.


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