| Quiet These Paintings Are |
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| Quietly these colours will fade |
| but soon they will be as one. |
| For a moment i will stare |
| into this deep saddened sea |
| and will suffer the death’s fright. |
| Under these waves emotions lay, |
| still never they’ll return |
| as they are laid to rest. |
| Into this one lonely life, |
| which, perhaps is growing. |
| Painfully… |
| into life to die… |
