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By B.K. Date: 2016 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2016.07.02.11.08.13516]] |
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This day I find myself emotional A watercolor of Native Americans Makes me cry Everything consuming My sensibilities A work of art has its way It has been hard to reach me Lately lights on half there Has been the way To push past the grim gruesomes Life guts us with each day I used to be so tender hearted Someway you took that I thought it made me tough I feel somehow it reeks in decay Maybe this will strike a balance Gentle does not mean easily swayed So maybe I will put back A touch of tenderness on that rack At least it seems that way today bk* the second of july twenty sixteen |