Deep within my heart

Is locked away the most beautiful of art

Painted on the canvas of hate

Lies oils we cannot forsake


Pigmented from days of display

Horseplay, and the rough winds of May

Mistake the feelings that are fake

While you appreciated what true love takes


Restart each new day, with thought

Focus on the early buds of May

On the contrary, stop and realize

A picture takes time, stroke by stroke


The true colors will begin to shine

Through each leaf you will admire

The fresh smell of your new nature


About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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