Friday, November 28, 2003

Days, unnumbered, seem so grey.
Nights are painted blue.
The canvas of my life displays
Such loneliness without you.

Wasted strokes and countless thoughts
Splash across my heart,
Like a careless artist mixing paint
For an abstract work of art.

No patterns of brilliance or beauty, fair,
No lustrous shades of youth...
But only a color which I have named
"Clashing, Inescapable Truth".


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