It’s just another painting,
full of colour and wonder
A trail left by the painter’s brush;
It’s hard to see the desperate strokes
In the bright reds and blues, and colourful hues.
Nobody sees the expression of the painter’s hands
All withered, discoloured, and pale.
Gasping, he reaches for his brush
Hoping and praying, that
The splattered colours; his canvas
Would give him life,
So he may live for one more day.
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