Behind The Colors
An artist takes out his brush and starts to paint, in his mind colors are bright; but on the easel they are faint.Behind the colors a story unfolds, of an empty heart only through the painting it is told.
Each stroke that he makes brings the memories back, to a forgotten life mixed with white and black.
Behind the colors at last it is done, he can't believe his eyes; he just painted Gods only son.
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