A blank canvas
A palette
A paintbrush
Paints of every colorTo stain something that is white and pure
Could be a sin
But would it still be, if the outcome would be
Beautiful?Stroke upon stroke
Color against color
Each individual hue define
This holistic piece in time
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Innominatus
PoetryThis is where my silence will be broken This is where my thoughts will be spoken For all the times I've been silent, This is where I'll let the words free
040: A Painter's Lament
A blank canvas
A palette
A paintbrush
Paints of every colorTo stain something that is white and pure
Could be a sin
But would it still be, if the outcome would be
Beautiful?Stroke upon stroke
Color against color
Each individual hue define
This holistic piece in time