My Gallery
I have received a gift of colourful pallet of paints.
Their cheerful substances
Have inspired me to pick up a brush
And paint my world!
O, child, how blessed you are
With the radiance of your innocence!
But with every line on the canvas
The colours are merging,
They change,
They run away from pure essence!
No, please remain contoured, defined and true…
Yet the paper of destiny is calling for them…
And they flow.
Am I each colour?
Are they all me?
Perhaps, the brush of choice will know?
No, no, it’s got to be the paper
With the hidden picture of life.
Ah, but what is art of living
Without an awoken expression
In each and every passer-by of my gallery?
Copyright © Nat St | Year Posted 2016
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