Artena
The air is a canvas
Your voice, the brush
Your instrument, the paint
The air is a canvas
Your voice, the brush
Your words, the paint
Your life is a canvas
Your actions, the brush
Your emotions, the paint
Love is vibrant
Hate is violent
Sorrow can prevent,
And sometimes lament
Just realize it’s meaning
Expand your minds being
Evermore seeing,
And potentially revealing
Your love is a canvas
Their voice, the brush
Their touch, the paint
Their eyes, the emotion
Their kiss, the taint
The sorrow is drowned
The feelings come down
The smile so sweet
Happiness, the feat.
Say goodbye, for now
Until it all comes back around
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