<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life and Sand.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lena sits and waits. The artist has <br>Wandered off, gone to the john or <br>To a bar or to have a quickie with <br>The local slut, she doesn't know. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's been here before, the same <br>Being left behind, the silent studio <br>Situation, smell of paint, oils and <br>Other artist's tools and useful stuff. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has modelled for others and <br>They've always been the same, being <br>Lost in another world, stinking of <br>Turpentine, paint, sex, and all the rest. <br>She crosses her legs. Sniffs the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wearing the green dress he wanted <br>Her to wear, her well brushed hair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She recalls the artist's antics the night <br>Before, the want of sex, the fumbling <br>In the dark, the creaky bed, the banging <br>Away, all those images left in her head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She uncrosses her legs. Other paintings <br>Lay around, some leaning against walls, <br>Some framed, some not, some sold, <br>Some recent, all modern, some old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wonders if she will be like these, <br>Left aside, used, done with, her oils dried, <br>Sitting waiting, her youth has died, <br>And she waits with the ticking of the <br>Clock, the moving hand, the hour glass <br>And the slow running out of life and sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527859" data-title="Life and Sand. de Terry Collett" data-description="Lena sits and waits. The artist has Wandered off, gone to the john or To a bar or to have a quickie with The local slut, she doesn't know. She's been here before, the same Being left behind, the silent studio Situation, smell of paint, oils..."></div> </div> </div>

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