forgottenmeadows

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Paint

And then there was fresh paint

thrown over the old cobweb of memories

sunlight filtered through

the brightly colored spaces

but the color of nostalgia

refused to leave, the red stained heart.

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

poetry and image copyright neha 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In response to daily prompt: Paint