The salty zephyr and the wistful ambiance...
The artist sensed a mirage in the depths of his being...his masterpiece.
That smile...those eyes, craving a form...to be immortalized on canvas...
Ah yes, by the sound of words never spoken,
The artist felt alive...for he never completed his masterpiece.
- 9 Jun '07
Saturday, August 04, 2007
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