His Woes In Hues
An artist at his worst
Never recognized at his best
Drew of his sunrises until
The sun begins to set.
Painted his oceans blue
Only to have others taint
Them with rue,
Alas, scribbled his thoughts
Of incomprensible grey,
In a bright deceitful array.
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