I try to recall the
steps that led me
back to grey
True intent
followed in despair
equals disaster
Your pallet
maintaines rich power
When mingled with mine
brush strokes turn sour
My path, led;
Not meant to be followed
I shall hold your
ART
within a thousand dreams
As hopes of
smearing again
Ride far through time
Please tell me what you think
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art is recognised in all cultures as many different things. thats talent...
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Mixing of even a few incompatible colors produces grey. Intent was true by my standards, despair unacceptable (denial? suppression?) Good that you hold the art within your dreams, whoever the artist was -- 'We have art in order not to die of truth.'


