Blinded by hate in my lousy cabin
I stay under the sequined satin
Rays of sunshine fragment
Splattering hues on my humid parchment
Delicate strokes on a void canvas sheet
Tints and shades paint the world sweet
A little kingdom on my vacant creation
Or an age-old story of salvation
What if I paint myself and you?
With memories of mellows and blue
The coarse wooden easel is my haven of thoughts
Caressing your lovely rose quartz
I sit in the light and paint my heart
With colors and feelings saturated in my art
I painted all but one
For you were my muse and shining sun
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