Fading

The evanescent canvas, colors slowly fade but fading in the sun, the moon is not afraid. transient are the footprints etched in sand with time and tide, meets the sea and land. autumn leaves wither in dusklit winter shade in sweet fake words, trust is often betrayed hazy clouds of fading love , always dismayed a dull painting dimmed, none can understand the evanescent canvas hiding in shadows, grief is not displayed in dried tears, faint conversations made, in a candlelight dinner with roses in hand petals shriveled in book, stories unplanned. still shimmering, a faded rainbow swayed the evanescent canvas.