The painting

And winds those blew past flowers
i sit empty handed for hours
and false notions not break
those winds kiss my finger nails
from the corners of an aisle
i embellish a smile
and ink weeps on the color
the skies on the open canvas
i paint on and on and on ….

I wonder neath the sky
what a wonderful lie
and i dream till it’s a dream
and illusions i breath
i exhale on the canvas
while clouds conspire to cry
i forge down the eyes
and some hopes forgone
and then i paint
i paint on and on and on …..

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