Author: Innessa (18.104.22.168)
Date: 11-12-04 11:22
please help me to find the author of this poem.
The Painter awoke and took his brush
He wanted perfection, so he did not rush.
Careful motions started it all
And the first snowflakes began to fall
As brush was moving quicker yet not clumsy at all
heavier snow continued to fall
Then in the middle of the kingdom of snow
something different started to grow
A few touches later you could distinctly see
Two human figures, those were YOU AND ME
Mistake of the painter? Mistake of the paint?
Or something eternal, that can never fade?
He finished his painting, the paint became dry,
we were heading to UA, you and I.
Post Edited (11-14-04 00:05)
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Post Edited (11-14-04 20:41)