Thursday, May 24, 2012


On walls of dying foliage
hang intricate exhibits
no hand could replicate.
Fragile, masterpieces,
defy the balmy breeze
as it caresses
each silken thread.
Sometimes, if fortuitous,
the artists await their reward-
Proud of their creative livelihood
as it hangs by a thread.
their beauty goes unnoticed,
until the dewy jewels of the dawn,
adorn its elaborate brilliance.

As the sun takes centre stage,
each work of art evaporates;
and the artist

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