Past Midnight Thoughtsthe sky let fall miniature droplets it takes so long - seems forever as it touches beneath euphonic ripple of thousandsPast Midnight Thoughts
equanimity its melodious rhythm creates a thought
both lids come together tightly shut and sketches flip page by page the heart call to mind
the identical emotion just like other nights a melancholy expression the melodrama that occurred length ago
as green eyes swiftly go by an unfamiliar exposed to view also the other unleashed I never seen nor ever heard such shine and sparkle
AbstractThe PaintingThe workshop was the largest room in the cottage. It had never been intended that way, it just sort of happened. Under the paint splattered dust sheets a careful observer would be able to make out an old settee and a comfortable armchair long since used, its owner content to stand, brush in hand, conscientiously applying paint to a hand-stretched canvas.The Painting
As artists went, he was quite a good one. Not the kind who has his every work displayed in famous galleries around the globe, needing only to sneeze on a canvas to achieve critical acclaim, but he had a good eye none the less. His style and techniques were mostly old, hinting at
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