Watercolors in the Rain
Shards of brittle disappointment
cascade toward cavernous asylum
deep beneath judgment's layers
where pain holds court
its faceless clock
forever ticking endless sentences
That place where memory's tenacious tentacles
conduct ghost-like stringed adagios
embraced by down-filled boundaries of time
Mortality's hourglass of lessons
trickles endlessly into memorial sanctuaries
where life's ethereal architecture
once occupied with heavily laden purpose
now peacefully whispers watercolors in the rain
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