Thursday, August 11, 2011


Poem by Marc Aupiais

There's silence about it all-
All noise quite distantly background!

Grey! Though colours exist!
Grey! And dark!
In the cold of dark,
Colours faded tangerine!

Into greyest of all backgrounds, grey!

There's something I want to say,
As dawn with my heart,
Sculpt a play!
And all, copper grey!

Destroys my heart,
But peach more, then just staid!

For copper forms can do no harm,
Breath, and life,

Beyond sage!

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