the scabbard of time … … …
times, like idle rhymes, flow,
inuring consciences, feeding on apathy, to grow,
time, the scything blade, slices through ramparts, leaving the scabbard bloody red, retreating as it departs,
time, peels off the veneer, refinement laid bare, the grotesque masquerade, in which we all our parts must share, the sorry charade … … …
oh my goodness me I go off line for a week and come back to one piece more lovely than the next …. Keep writing Afzal and by the way the pictures you are using are lovely …. I think I will use this one and the fish one when I get back to silk painting …. that is if you don’t mind.
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Thanks buddy dearest, and hope the move went well and that the painting will start soon πββπ»πΉ
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