how can I not paint
Its colors, neither hue?
What is with the sky?
It is not even blue
unreal, its pallor is a lie
below, the grass left unawed.
Where is the time that flies beyond
a calendar, red-marked
when smiling eyes capture the sun
and make sad faces lit up?
But why none of these I felt is true
none of your ways hit anew
neither words can twist the fact
nor actions belie what's true.
Show me the crystals to cast shine
dull and lusterless when found
like a stone to bring excruciating pain
when love is all beyond repair!
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Asian art
