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Apr 21
Stuck hither in the dark
Not knowing what would come
Waiting for that moment
The painting comes unto me

This canvas bare empty
No color, naught but black
As dark enters the land
The blackness lays bare

No color of thee
No voice for me
Twould be a wonder
How I would shed red

Where art thou river
Gold and silver
Rain falling down
The beautiful rainbow

Where art thou willow
A tree of wonder with light
The fairies of twilight
Pixies dancing with me

Where art thou green
Grass lay tall unstained
Beauty of nature
Where the dandelions grow

Where art thou sparrow
Thou once was with me
Twould visit and dine
Drink of the river

Where art the sounds
The golden harp
To sing unto this plain
Playing in the night

What once was
In the stillness
Within my mind
Where art thou

My painted realm
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