Watercolors.

by ALEX   Jan 13, 2008


Watercolor secrets,
and carpet stains.
The colors are pale,
but my emotions are drained.
The copy-paper drenched,
with water in vain;
The images' lost purpose
has just missed the train.
The thoughts in my head
drip into the paint, but
I've forgotten the message;
the memories, faint.

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