Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Whiter Shade of Pale…

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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