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I wrote this last semester. I was drawing the picture and decided it needed a poem. Neither is my best, but I like the mix of medias.
At the window
Purple curtains
Tied up by gold threads
Shows the setting sun
And ends
Another day.
The gold of the sun
Dulls the gold thread
And the bark of the old trees
Reminds the wood
Of what it was
And red walls
Make one wonder
If the red sunlight
Made the walls
Or if blood
From ancient battles
Painted my home.
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“And the bark of the old trees / Reminds the wood / Of what it was”
I really love those lines.
Thank you.