Every colour, of
Your thoughts
Paint my
Canvas blank, and
Was not empty before, when
I cried my consciousness
Thinking thy grandeur
In broad daylight
I calm, beholding
Handful of Moon
Every colour, of
Your rainbow
Hide my
Cracking thunder, and
Was not deaf before, when
I rained my waters
Thinking thy image
In vision broader
I calm, beholding
Numbness of my canvas
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