Under a canvas of swirling night,
Lonely stars waltz in a dance so bright.
Brushstrokes of pain paint the sky,
Where once our love dared to fly.
Winds of sorrow whisper low,
Through fields of dreams we used to know.
In hues of blue, our memories fade,
A masterpiece of love unmade.
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Poetry Palette
Poesía- A bunch of short sad poems/notes. "The page is my canvas and the poetry is my art. I mix the words in my palette and my painted sentences impart."
