I wasn’t thinking of any female muse when I wrote this – i’ll leave that up to you
In the dark recesses
of the vault
she sleeps
Timeless beauty skilfully captured
by the artist
in Oil
Youth frozen on canvas
Preserved for History
in Dust
Beauty forgotten in time
Stored for Eternity
by Prospectors
And her mark left
visible on old
Painted Walls
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
The Inkwell 
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