Palette

March 29, 2011 § Leave a comment

“In a white canvas
you were the masterpiece I always wanted to draw.
The trails of my paintbrush over the cloth.
But I’m not a painter.

You’re the muse without painter
a model
orphaned by my clumsy hands.

I can’t hold the brush,
you will keep as an image,
but not mine. “

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