PAINTING ON EMPTY CANVAS
I paint on empty canvas
with no brush in my hand
a picture appears before me
it is of me alone is stand.
rain flows across the canvas
and the picture starts to fade
all things are destroyed
that can be made.
I clean the empty canvas
but it never seems to help
the picture that appears before me
always seems to melt.
with no brush in my hand
a picture appears before me
it is of me alone is stand.
rain flows across the canvas
and the picture starts to fade
all things are destroyed
that can be made.
I clean the empty canvas
but it never seems to help
the picture that appears before me
always seems to melt.
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