I have learned a new color,
I call it the soul of the words we see.
As they come to life, born from deep
Inside the empty hole.
Spilling onto the clean canvas
filling it with loud pictures and bright
Sounds…
I was blind but now I see.
More than I can believe,
A sage for all men, to treat the pain of white paint on white paper.
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Author:
Konov (
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Comments2
nice
That's so cool! So imaginative!
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