The Painting
A white canvas
Reflects our soul
At the beginning
Pure and spotless
Mix the colours, wet the brushes
And the work of our life
Commences.
Purple for aggression
Fiery red, a dash of passion
A hint of green for jealousy
Grey when our lives are fraught
With uncertainties
But always a splash of yellow
Hope, when we’re feeling low.
On judgement day we stand
Before The Almighty
To have our paintings appraised
The harshest critic,
Whose Eyes will conceive
The black imperfections
Carefully camouflaged.
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