Disagree disbelieve
May be right, may be
wrong
When earth’s final
painting
Of you, of her, of us,
of them
Finally painted.
When the hands can
feel no longer
Nor none their images repaint,
When the lips, its
echoes, share no longer;
Your images will be
worth more
Because a thousand
words can reach no more.
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