Withered canvas in new color, <br />sentiments evaporating, <br />ancient moments jumping in the present, <br />a meltdown and a flash flood of hues, <br />cracklings of the whole light, <br />anti configuration for all the dihedral angles, <br />a lot of faces with red scarring <br />understanding some riots and <br />any unborn silent scream, <br />brief flutter of the skipped heart beat, <br />no static evolutionary movement, <br />a need to envisage the political <br />imagination of national freedom <br />within the florescent frameworks, <br />many disorders of eruptive erosions <br />and erosive eruptions <br />to galvanize the ugliness. <br /> <br />Poem by Marieta Maglas<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scanning-old-paintings/
