the voice of colours

Sun, 01/24/2016 - 14:23 -- mm10

Filling the naked slate of white paper,

a paintbrush as a pump.

Imperfectly, yet perfectly

covering the smooth surface with

delicate strokes

from the bristles of the animals.

The passion,

sucking

the dullness of impurity

now portraying the five senses of

the world.

 

One paintbrush of creation, but

a mixture of never-ending colours

to enhance the masterpiece.

The simplicity of the paintbrush is

the voice of colours

and oh,

how it loves to dance.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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