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 *New Mexico Poster* Digital Art Seasoned
The Sidewalk Gathers Yellow Leaves And A Restless Wind Disturbs The Trees. Nature Folds Unto Itself As Autumn Narrows Days Now Shadowed Cold As The Year Grows Old, Another Spring Too Distant To Behold.
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In The Hectic Day, Comfort Slides Away, And I Turn Back At Last To The Solace Of The Past, And Paint Is The Key To Remembering Me. No More The World Outside I Sought To Conquer In My Pride, I'll Turn Away To Consider Only The Light, Raise My Brush In A Solitary, Peaceful Hush, And Endure, Glad To Be Obscure.  *In Wood 2* Carved Cherry 47 1/2" Tall 68 Pounds All
My Errors Form A Heavy Weight Of Sorry, It’s Too Late. Isn’t That Why, Isn’t That How I Arrived At Now, Ever Too Slow To Know The Right Way To Go, Until The Moment Passed, And Awareness Came Last.  *Karen 3* 20" H X 16" W Acrylic On Canvas It
May Yet Come To Pass That Once Again, The Silence Cracks Like Glass, Paint Flows, And Words Speak The Heart To Yield A Fragment Of Art, And Make The Solitary Day A Rousing Display Of Color Collapsed And Shattered Into What Truly Matters.  *Albuquerque 3* 24" H X 30" W Oil On Linen The
Wet Grass Shimmers In The Sun, The Morning Just Begun, All Hopes Revived. Each One Has Survived The Day Before, And I Begin Once More To Find My Place Within Life’s Beguiling Chore.  *Woman With White Rose* Oil On Linen 70"H X 28" W Wounds
That Open Up In Pain, And Never Close Again, Tattoo Our Skin And Stitch Across The Brain In Old Designs, A Human Stain Of Guilt And Shortfall In All The Mess We Create, Always Hustling, Always Late, In A Spin, Searching For The Mystic Gate That Will At Last Let Us In, Or Finally, Out Again.  *Vermeer* Woman Weighing Gold It’s
Better Not To Cry For Good Times Gone By, No Use At All, But Memories Call, And The Heart Replies In Loving Sighs And A Throng Of Fond Goodbyes That Form A Constant Song, Sung All Day Long.  *Landscape* 20" H X 24" W Oil On Linen Today,
The Sky Has Broken Into Gray Cloud Stones, Weapons Torn From The Mountain Shroud In A Battle With The Sun, To Steal The Morning Light Before It Has Begun. |
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