The Empty Canvas
A broken wing
A wounded spirit
The only desire of surreal black nights
Holding you in the dark
I was born with a broken heart
A child with dreams drowned in sorrows
One arrow to tear the canvas
Palette of colors in black and white
A Painter who never was
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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