I emptied my hands to set it free
Knowing that I can never again see
The beauty that I held for so long
Now lives in someone else's song
Closing my eyes won't let me sleep
For I lost something precious to keep
Dreams are now dry and brittle as clay
Its colors are diluted in hues of gray
Come back to me my true inspiration
My art is worthless without perspiration
I'll shape my words sensibly with passion
If only it will be glazed by your compassion
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29 March 2016 / 12:31 PM
In my home / Sunday
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