Nothing Is Alike
I look at the colours in front of me;
And there are many;
Varying from yellow to deep purple.
My brush touches one colour
That my soul desires most at this moment.
And the soft kiss of my brush,
Meets the square paper on the table.
They exchange many kisses;
My brush and the square paper,
And many touches one after another.
All of a sudden,
With a surprise,
My painting says:
“It is enough…
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