Thursday, May 12, 2011

Old Paint

OLD PAINT
Luster lost long ago,
the stars still seen in it.
In morning's glow
it peels off old boards,
fading into history.

No longer shiny,
dew still glistens on it.
Telling a long story,
one of war, ladies and lords.

Flaking, it greets the new dawn
with appropriate disdain.
Still shedding rain.
Silently confirming the end of all things.

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mindbringer, 11 May 2011