Columbia Wharf As I lookAcross this river of paintTo the old warehouses Where oil is storedIn pigmentAnd light bounces Off the canvas support I have made of itWhat I can Not a realismBut a soulOf all myIncompleteness Share this:EmailTwitterLinkedInFacebookMorePrintPocketWhatsAppSkypeTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: blackbird212012 I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012
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