There’s an empty canvas in front of me,
But no picture my eyes can forsee,
All colors of life I do hold,
But not a single one can unfold,
All that lies deep within,
My dreams, my stories, unheard, unseen.
That canvas looms like a huge shadow,
And future seems but a deserted meadow.
I pick up the brush and suddenly a flash,
From my childhood days, I see and i splash,
A sprinkle of pink and bubbly blue,
And then my school days blink a clue,
And out comes a slush of yellow and green,
Of innocent adolescence and big big dreams.
That friendship’s hue- of sunlight on dew.
A sprinkle of golden for life’s autumn.
A tiny dot of violet on red,
A symbol of the dark times, the tears shed.
Light lavender-a shade of beauty.
That time in life when all was crazy.
A sparkle of silver for all those years
When clouds of gloom shadowed hopes with fears.
A pretty line of cyan with shades of turquoise
For those majestic dreams of a life of choice.
A tiny swish of sparkle on brown,
For youth-all ages’ crown.
And suddenly I saw my canvas alive,
With an amazing picture of my life.
So what if life today is bleak?
My memories forever, of my happiness shall speak.
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U write with such depth. Love it ❤️