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The ashen color of the sky,
Resembling the shades on my palette.
Looking at the hazy clouds filling the canvas of nature,
And here I lay on the fresh green grass, gazing up at the sky.
Keeping my palette aside,
I dive into the musky sheets of memories.
Knowing that God answers all our prayers,
My quench for him is never pleased.
As I look above at the grey toned sky,
Blindfolded, I stoked my brushes through the canvas.
Trying to paint the masterpiece right above me,
Hoping that my colors justify the art I see.
And in the back of my mind,
I still remember him.
As I open my blindfolds,
There on the canvas, I see,
Is the fine art my heart wanted
And my hands created.