Every moment tapers to a pause, lingering within a mirage
Of a war fought with the brush of a scent, the whisper of a kiss
Each scene drawn out, heavy as it falls.
Painted glass sheds fractured light upon characters held in their tableaux
Unearthing the emotions dampened within the silhouette of their scripted pose
Rose-coloured framed, a beauty stilled in time.
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