Whiter Shade of Pale…

Source: We Heart It

This morning…

the walls are 

bare again

 

Stark white

a blank canvas

 

Each painting…

Every picture

All the prints

save one from a

lone London artist

have been stored

 

Their sight too painful

Too many memories

 

They remain in the

dark hidden recesses

Until…

My heart no longer

Cares…

 

Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

 

Addendum:  I was berated yesterday for using the song title … it was not a nice comment, therefore, here is the wonderful song A Whiter Shade of Pale

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