Pestering Colors
Alive as a tinted frame of flesh
Reflecting specks of colors within
Glared by my yesterday’s gleam
You forgotten the dance of marrow.
Defining the sketches on my face
Carving fine lines of yesterdays vows
Memories gleamed in the outlined cast
Baffled in chromatic fog, staggered always.
Tipsy in abstaining sober beauty of colors,
Evaded into my solitude starving your light.
Embraced the constraints of constant nag.
Delighted in this beauty pestering colors.
Matured in this crusted frame to perfection.
Still dynamics of life active within the acrylics.
Undiluted by the enduring flow of tears forever.
Prevailing in glum, withered idle in your absence.
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