The Living Painting
Your soul is hanging on the wall
Your laugh is shining in the hall
I can feel you on my own
In this painting you have drawn
I see your doubts in its heart
I hear you question me apart :
« Is this green well chosen ? »
Darling, without you I’m frozen…
I kiss the image as if your head
Was smiling but instead
The touch of your suicide
Is slowly burning me inside.
Why not flee and be melancholic ?
Perhaps because an alcoholic
Couldn’t relive our story and love
With a guardian angel above…
March, 11th 2021
I remember Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Malabika Ray Choudhury
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