It's like the painting has been here,
Has been hanging solitary for a long time,
No one is looking let alone appreciating,
This painting took a lot of time.
The strokes, the details and just everything,
It was like the best thing I could've made,
But everyone is just walking,
And no one is looking this way.
I hope they saw the beauty on this canvas,
Hope they appreciated me with a smile,
How much more sunsets before,
Before this painting gets its time.
Have I not done enough justice?
Are my strokes weak and ungraceful,
Are there any points to appreciate it,
Maybe nor, since they don't look.
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Our Violet Walls
PoetryBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
