Raven haired man
rests his thoughts
among reds and greens
on empty walls.
One goes by
and tenderly smile:
"Let him sleep..."
Threes go by
to wrinkle their nose:
"Vulgars nap in galleries!"
How many go by
with silver gaze:
"Isn't he a piece of art?"
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