A portrait painted perfectly
Positioned in way
That rivals day
And so I stay, and stand awaiting

Locked into the blended hues
The colors in array
They ever stray
And in a sway, I stand debating

Held into the scene serene
A vista of a year
That’s drawing near
And without fear, I’m aptly stating

Your vision has eraptured me
My eyes cannot betray
Or look away
In every way, you’re captivating


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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