The painter
The bold stroke fails
To cut through the mind's maze.
Crowded visions struggle to be free
from beneath a rough sea.
Memories to the surface rise,
Glimpses of truth and endless lies.
The ship searches in vain
for life's secret grain.
The torch, his hand holds
illuminates his heart's folds.
Amber, his confessions wear.
To the canvas, he longs to bare.
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