Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Pain Poem

My Favorite Pictures were painted from pain,
The Masterpiece was Sombre and vain.

They all didn’t understand why the artist painted sad, droopy faces and dark clouds,
Instead of the sunny sun and blue skies.

But don’t you understand?
The art was dull and doesn’t have any sounds,
That’s how our soul survive’s.

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