captured my soul
locked in that canvas
you called
dreams..
painted me joy
colours that blazed
and clung unto my skin
ah! they never shall
fade..
and then
a final stroke
drawing lines, broken
though
from end to end
mine, then
yours
the brush stares
now at me, admiring
the beauty you have
made, mine
and i wait..
will you be back?
The colotrs that blaze and clung onto my skin.
ReplyDeleteWhat a passionate way to desribe a piece of painting.