The evening painted the sky
I borrowed the palette
The monochrome life needed a Splash-
Searching your silhouette,
in my rainbow palette,
Painted leftover life.-
Make a beautiful picture,
Not in the eyes of others,
But for the last time,
Make it for yourself....
(Full poem in caption..)-
Nature seems dull and concrete
till the Soul of a Poet
steeps in and paints
the Nature with their own
palette of Imagination.
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While his colour palette dried up, he still managed to paint his rainbow in black and white..
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You clear the palette.
And though it appears clean
To others,
You can see patches
Of colors beneath,
Now faded.
Of paintings made
And left
Incomplete
Every time.
Every one.-
You can't erase
the sketches drawn
by your skin
on your own face
with artificial erasers gifted
from society to you.
Be an independent palette.— % &-
The world is the palette,
the canvas is our sky..
Together we merge & mix,
Until our colors sublime.-