Got the colours and a brush at hand,
Setting the
easel somewhere on the sand,
Looking at the deep seas and painting away...
Then today comes repainting yesterday.
Brushing paint like the sailing sea,
Canvas is reflecting a standing me;
Mixed and smudged with a lot to say,
One of them is repainting yesterday.
Abstracted with a Surrealism touch,
The drawing is a little too much.
Let it off… swim the bay.
Then come and try repainting yesterday.
New blank sheet, for another try;
Sinking in the shores, head to the sky.
Muted yet intense with shades of grey,
Tone is set for repainting yesterday.
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