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by Star Apr 22, 2019
He sat two steps below her
right on his side, his burnt
canvas laid. He took small
breaths to let them out quietly
between his two rough palms.
He was told it was art what he
made; his proficiency But she
could not accept what he
offered her. “It’s ugly” she said,
“but it’s my love” he thought.
She watched him from behind;
bent to his own lap. His ragged
fingers trail on a white canvas,
trying to create a masterpiece
she may consider to accept.
“If fire wont set her love for me..”
I don't know how to describe this, but I absolutely love this poem. How much a person can sacrifice for love, and how sometimes it's never enough.. and how you showed it by relating it to fire and art. I enjoyed the read.
by Ben Pickard
Great to see this nominated. Good luck and all the best as ever,
As usual, thank you so much Ben :)
by Milly Hayward
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