Dream Painter
Watch
me
unfold
my canvas
to the open sky
a white cotton blanket on easel
then watch my brush softly stroke images of the mind.
Here I see the colour of my skin, prism of my hair
my flesh and blood, eyes like the sky
palette of my mind
colourful
non white
black
brown.
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