When You Go Away

In my time, I painted pictures. Were the colours
bright enough to hold the gaze of your first
impression? 

In our time, I told stories. Did the plot
stray from the sincere path? And substitute undefined character flaws for a happy ending?

Life is in the blood, and the cup runs over. Love covers a multitude, and the pen still wonders.

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