Eidolons

I'm not what you have painted me--

for those colors, no one could hold,

as sunlight fades and shadows creep.

I'm not what you have painted me--

on pedestals of memory

that topple when our truth is told...

I'm not what you have painted me,

for those colors, no one could hold...

First appeared in 30 Days of Triolet

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