If I Had To Paint My Aura This Day

If I had to paint my aura this day..... I'd paint it with a worried brow crushed with marked questions. Defeat would battle, que sera, sera with many bold slashes in helter skelter fashion. Within the field of greys background acceptance you'd find a face compressed on the canvas and on its cheeks, still, a tinge of iridescence sun the journey of the day just begun ------------------ As this day comes to an ending I'd paint it now with bruised puff shadows, from each--- blue teardrops flowing. A drooping lilly in a field of red roses. Dejected, torn and faded patches on a pair of well worn jeans all these in a starless purple sky