Poetry

Did You Paint?

This morning did you paint?

The painting a tinge of red and yellow.

Did you paint?

The big dome blue and white?

Did you paint the murals?

With love and warmth,

As you have painted a small baby,

Lulling in his mother’s arms.

Did you paint?

The sky blue,

And the night white?

For that’s the reason,

It’s black,

For anything that is white is black,

Are you God?

For you have touched my heart with your love,

And the painting in it is truly beautiful without any lust or dust,

Only the dust of your love and magnitudes of it,

Are the beauty which plays the tune of the beauty in my heart.

Adios!

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