I paint with
paint born out of stars
and glitters
born out of stardust.
Tenderness
for colors conceive paintings,
and
devoutness, colors.
A zillion
combination of tones,
desert me in
an enchanted daze.
A thousand
tactics to paint,
but blotches
and blots, I embrace.
In
dispassion for the ultimate,
I see them
turn into gleaming clusters.
The gleam
renders me to embrace-
abandonment
in abundance!
I paint not
what you see.
I know not
what you or I see either.
My abandoned
paintbrushes merely wander,
to give
birth to my whimsical universe.
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