May I paint you?
In hues of splendid yellows
Handsome oranges
and
a breeze of lavender?
May I gently run
the brush I call my destiny
through pastel greens
and then draw
streams of purity
to flow through you? that
the gloom these eyes hold
through living a human life
may one day
breathe the sweet smell
of wildflowers i drew on you
I drew life!
in a riot of colours
and left
the bottle of black paint over it
to hold it against the winds....
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