The paint still drips with the enthusiasm of the first stroke,
The red, the yellow, and now the orange
Changing shapes and hues with every push and pull of the brush.
The image is clear, then hides deep inside the shadow of the blue,
Now a face peers out from the darkness.
A little lightness and the face is gone but from the light shines
A setting sun sliding down the mountain.
The moon in the corner must shine on something
Or can it be as it is?
All round and white and full...just that is enough.
No need to show as anything other than what has
Lived behind my eyes.
Nx
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