My canvas is void of color.
Its missing shapes and lines,
not much other
then light pencil marks,
erased and faded.
My canvas is void of color
edges worn and tattered
from traveling
bare to the open air.
In the open air,
one path merged from two.
Painting the most spectacular view, one day,
you said, one day
"I'll share my paints with you"
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
My canvas is void of color.
Its missing shapes and lines,
not much other
then light pencil marks,
erased and faded.
My canvas is void of color
edges worn and tattered
from traveling
bare to the open air.
In the open air,
one path merged from two.
Painting the most spectacular view, one day,
you said, one day
"I'll share my paints with you"