16 Oct 2009
The Painting
The land barren
Baked dry in summer heat
The solitary tree
Unseen by rain in ages
The forlorn bird
In the middle of flight
The empty nest
A home reduced to ruins
The blistering Sun
On the edge of the horizon
The cloudless sky
Gloomy in hues of dusk
The singular path
Untrodden then, now and hence
The fallen leaf
Bare to the trampling step
The red of Sun, the blue of sky
The brown of land, the green of leaf
All of them on the canvas together
And yet each of them numb and alone
Riot of color on the canvas white
But none has seen the missing hues
Save the painter, young and dreary,
Whose heart beats at uneasy pace
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