Colour it the way I want
Yellow, Purple, Green
Black, Grey
Or is it Red?
So many of them
Unfinished ones piled with refined ones
Boxed, stored, labeled
No exhibits or rather it is not worth displaying?
Time is ticking away
I imagined it stood still while it was moving away
Alone, crowded or empty space
Full of life or was it empty opening?
Faith always remained
Stepped back and moved forward wisely the pace
Reprieve, rebounded and ready to face
Staring at empty space made striking canvas everyday.
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