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Painting Hall

Painting Hall

Still inside the lockdown ward, this hallway had some interesting paintings along the wall across from the rooms... the first one was of an older man playing the guitar to a young girl, probably his daughter.
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"Time, --envious time,--loves not to be
In company with mirth,
But makes malignant pause to see
The work of pain on Earth."
This poetry is perfect, beautiful, wonderful! [sigh] :0)
I thank-you, Bri.
That's not from a Pink Floyd song, is it, Twug??

:-)
I know the poet is Edward Coote Pinkney. I don't know if it's in any songs though...it could be!
Bri got it; I don't think PF used it, tho' I could be wrong. 8)
I donno why, but the first thing that cam into my mind was the words of "Suite Madame Blue" from Styx:

Time after time
I sit and I wait for your call
I know I'm a fool
But what can I say
Whatever the price I'll pay
For you Madame Blue

Once long ago
A word from your lips and the world turned around
But somehow you've changed
You're so far away
I long for the past and dream of the day
With you Madame Blue

Sweet Madame Blue
Gaze in your looking glass
You're not a child anymore
Sweet Madame Blue
The future is all but past
Dressed in your jewels
You made your own rules
You conquered the world and more
... Heaven's door
I am sorry not to have seen the longing in your eyes all those years, I should have opened mine more when I was blessed to be around you.

The future has all but past, but is there any future in the past?
She paints an empty canvas when she is afraid
she built a falling castle with her body of sand
and although lost she found love in the eyes of him
a shoulder she could fall on, was never taken in
and all the rain is falling and the side walks are stained
with roses from her brushes and the pictures from her hands
oh she cries a little harder
if she only cried to me
now if she called my name
I would have ran to catch her
And the only tear left now comes from me
So now I say these words to you
I find it so hard to lose her
The greatest gift that God ever gave to me
was a girl I named December
she was a girl that I need
December
My God! That is Wonderful!
That's Blue October... Sorry, I should have said that before. The song is beautiful, and it's even more haunting because it's acapella with a slight echo.
Wowza, I love the blue tones. Is it just the lighting or was that really teal blue paint??
Looks like teal blue paint to me, I would love to see those paintings.
Kinda reminds me of Annabell Lee.
Looks to me like someone got hosed
that hose or string thing coming out of the box reminds me of the big tentacle thing that grabbed the bag-boy in "the mist"..........creepy
Sitting here on a Friday night looking at great pics & listening to Death Metal.Wondering when his demise shall come.

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