A Blank Canvas

December 29, 2009
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Then you walk by with the painter's brush
Mixing colors, bring life into my eyes.
Then you leave and I dry.
seconds, minutes,hours pass by.
Not as bright anymore.
More valuable and wise.
I need your love to keep things right
To paint the sunshine a warm yellow
To paint the birds the wondrous colors of the rainbow
To paint the trees the dewy forest green
To paint my heart with your laughter
What happens to me now?

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