This is a poem about an artist in the time of crisis.
Devoted and with a great talent,
he was standing by the canvas, happily,
and painting the soul confined in a form.
From the painting, a man was watching, as if
he had stopped to ask something, leaving
right away, and telling so much about himself.
In the background, a street and the unknown people,
distant, poor and embittered.
It's the time of crisis.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:44
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A Painter
Devoted and with a great talent,
he was standing by the canvas, happily,
and painting the soul confined in a form.
From the painting, a man was watching, as if
he had stopped to ask something, leaving
right away, and telling so much about himself.
In the background, a street and the unknown people,
distant, poor and embittered.
It's the time of crisis.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 424 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:44
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