May 2020
one brushstroke
after
another
there a little bit
of white
there a little bit
of blue
a song
fades
softly into
the background
and
my thoughts
once
don't revolve
around you
i don't meditate
but i paint
after
another
there a little bit
of white
there a little bit
of blue
a song
fades
softly into
the background
and
my thoughts
once
don't revolve
around you
i don't meditate
but i paint
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