A boy sat in a large and crowded marketplace
His thoughts were loud, his mind a race of everything he saw, he smelt, he heard,
He felt her ocean eyes look long upon the sitting boy
Her joy aplomb! A little toy to make or break
She watched her pup, her prize, her cup, her simple fish
That caught the wires between their gaze
Igniting in the red-hot fires which smoked their days
And only she could smile and see him sitting
Empty and forgotten, waiting long
For hope from rotten choices which have done him wrong
His hopes, his fears, his dreams, his years.
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Edvard Munch's Séparation |
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