Two paintings

Imaginative forces borrowed on a lease
The palette dipped in hollows, planes and combinations mimicking
The strokes splashed from arms with a heart of others
Creating a painting that looks like these words trying to pull adjectives but failing miserably
Brought to life with a dead soul by its creator
As if meeting a dead end to their journey of searching for a beauty better than
The painting lies in the store with another made out of a soul, still alive on a lease
The two paintings by the same creator
Leaving the place, they wandered, living in their own head, dropping all the wooden valuables on the way
The two paintings still lurk somewhere waiting for its creator

- Saya