The paper is streaked with tears
Given colour and form by
A sympathetic brush, resolving
Themselves into a beautiful world.

By looking inside, the painter’s eye
Sees beyond the mess of the world
To a beautiful, calm, sunlit place
That can never be disturbed
By what lives and dies outside.

In vague, impressionistic strokes
It all becomes clear: there will
Always be beauty and love
If we relax eyes and hearts
And let them enter.

10/24/2021

Posted on 10/24/2021
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