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Part of my "Imprinted in Wood" series. A friend wrote a series of poems and I loved her work so much it just seemed wrong to put them in cheap, plastic frames. The pieces have been so popular I was given permission to replicate the originals (paintings on wood, not prints) with her poems. If you buy this piece, you will receive a handmade remake of the original. You will see and approve both a pencil sketch and the finished painting before it's sent.
The poem:
shh
don't tell
this secret
is quiet as clouds
white-cresting across
my personal sky
sometimes
i dream a dream
a waking dream now
that i will write a play
about two little girls who
sail away on a sea of sky
to a place where
the end
of the
earth
becomes the beginning of heaven
and they hold hands and reach up
to unzip the night and pour the
stars into the hair like beads
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