Artist's Tear
Artist's Tears
Each brush of paint is the craft,
That brings eternity to life.
Her weeping beauty has no rest
Each teardrop is a paradise
hidden in her breast
Each glance is an inspiration,
To paint a picture of the world
With a magical brush erases
the void
Of our torn out cold hearts
On the unpainted canvas
Her paintbrush paints
Love,
That was asleep for many
years...,
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