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| Red Roofs, Marc Chagall, 1954 |
'Oh! my world
is drenched in red'
cried the tall man
From his sheer cry
and trembling body
I understood that he owns the place
He said he created it
'Can't you see the pain bestowed'
he called for his wife ,the mighty sun
'Look at our children '
he cried again.
She had already warned them
Many times.....
Then in a flash , he gazed at me
with his eyebrows curled in question
The bouquet in my hand
and my broken heart
and my broken heart
must have answered him
Like him , I too have come
in search of My World
My Love...
8 comments:
nice...enjoyed the tale you spun fromt he pic...my broken heart must have given it away..you end on some strong emotion...
@brain -Thank you.Yes , the whole pic says it all..full of emotions , isn't it?
Your story works well with the prompt.
Nicely done.
=)
Reminds me of a story I was told by a student about the moon goddess and the cowboy when I was teaching in Beijing. :)
Searching..yes! I can see your words in this painting.
Hugs
SueAnn
Bittersweet...lovely write...
An exceptional little read. Felt the red go through it!
Lovely, lovely write.
Anna :o]
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