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Master Piece

Master Piece

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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.


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