A blank canvas,
a black canvas,
thats how she felt
as he rained his love
and wordless passion;

some emotions raged,
some emotions caged,
a contrast of colors
fell across her soul
in a print so unknown;

lost and found
far yet around
words lay scattered
few clear, most hazy
awaiting a chance to flow.

Aligned with him
hooked to him,
she lay yet so alone
her rythm disrupted
it was time she let go.

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Linked to Open Link night , sunday whirl