Musing of an artist...
the colors
talk, sing, scream, scowl
nothing unrevealed
they paint themselves
I don't
wild strokes and hues
hold another world
hugging me tight, pulling me in
one explosion
and then another
and then another...
words muffled
but I speak volumes
deafening loudness
you can't hear me, right?
I knew that.
dialogues mingle over the canvas
I make it look at the wall
lie down, sleep.
it's now safe
untouched
unseen
my home
warm and silent
deeper beyond reach
flight of passion
unwinged and furious
do I care?
I don't know...
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