The Art of Life
The wall is colorless, empty
I cant draw anything yet
But each day I splash some paint on
Not even knowing my creation
I splash and splash away
Red, blue, green, yellow, violet...
And one day
On my final breathes
I step back to look at my picture
Its my friends and family
All with open arms and smiling
My final tears finish the painting
Its beauty is unrivaled
I can finally put my paintbrush away
And I can finally close my eyes
Happily
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