Lifeless trees
Motionless wind
captured by the
stagnant atmosphere
clouds dried up
zero ground clinically dead
lights are in their grave
Critics blame the painter
his brush, his oil
where is the sparkling sun
cloudless skies
only the fragile wall questing lights
need breathable air
begging heart
o poor
o dull
o lifeless painting on the wall
i mock too
the luxurious price tagging you
and your deny-to- death -oaf artist
invisible here
in this mall tour exhibit
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