Sunday, 17 April 2011

A Short Conversation with Paint and Canvas

She dips the brush into the red paint
Her thoughts wandering in the deep
Yet her head almost falls to a faint

The talent is something hard to keep
She has realised that since long ago
But now it is simply nonsensical to weep

Where then must she seek the glow
The paint is leaving the brush little by little
She is becoming numb from head to toe

It is feared that she has become brittle
Such dreadful thought should be suppressed
As it is not something to belittle

Dear love, persevere for you are truly blessed
Waste the paint not and start your new quest!


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