January 10, 2013


by amica paige

of joy, of pain
of home, of friends,
of fantasies and predicaments,
of heroes and victims,
at times these are
one and the same—
roses and thorns.

stars and dust,
the stuff of life is deemed
from without, come within,
and the world is seen
this is my subject,
my awed impressions
this is my art and soul’s expression.

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