eye lid
stage curtains
rise
upon
snow falling
into the
calends
counterfeit
touchstones
become
authentic
flowing
into the cloisters
triptychs
contain an
image of the
benefactor
and the
artist
winter’s dictum
i love you
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aayoungPoetry, Prose, Art, Curiosities
One reply on “the cloisters”
Liked the just woke up feeling of this poem. And I liked how you separated the words, giving each room to breathe.