The paper—a colour-soaked canvas of time
Blue and gold—like stars in the night sky.
Black and white—like ashes after fire dies.
Long gone, no longer existing in the absolutes
Just faint brushstrokes and fading truths.
A bruised artistry lost in time.

Time turns everything into a watercolour painting.

Try to trace back the line,
But all you get is distorted red and lime—
A beautiful artistry, lost in time.