Portrait
Walking past the wrist
I strike against a seat,
Brushes dropped from side.
Glaring at it I stood still
It evokes me for a little.
Holding it I painted a portrait
So credulous and kind
And unlined awesome rhyme...
Finding the same seat
All the memories started to breathe.
The exaltation reminded me
About the portrait.
Falling and leaping
I ran to see ...
When the cover uncovered
It revealed the reality of beauty
That canvas had.
The image made it beautiful ;
That I had in my heart.
Suddenly the sledge falls!
Now the person has gone...
Our feelings , pale...
But that person still remains
In the portrait!
You know who's that person ?
My best friend ...
Once who was, who left me
Alone in this collage
Of our memories.
Everything vanished, indeed ,
Even our non -breathes .
But still it can't be denied
I love the rottenend feel ...
The portrait is of my bestie!
-misskanishka
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