Laughter

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Alone I enter the sunlit vintage room
And smile sadly at my eternal doom

Shades of golden shadows play here
And hold memories to which I adhere

I walk slowly to that glorious frame
Adorning the stone wall just as same

For it holds the magic of my fingers
Still caught in it, your smile lingers

Stars in your brown eyes still twinkle
Oh lost in colours so rosy periwinkle

Web of your silky hair always shines
And caresses your face like soft vines

My heart sinks for I try to touch you
But end up gracing the paint so blue

I recall the day, a memory so fainting
When I enclosed you in this painting

Oh how could I forget that as a crafter
I could catch all but your ringing...
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