Red
11 марта 2020 г., 19:35
1 Painting Red
Your cloudy smile of doubts ordered:
“Paint me red”,
Venturing to face strongest talent painters had —
The Death —
The gift to homicide the boredom.
But stupid jokes
Drowned poetry, so lines collapsed with rain
And rhyme fade out,
Ashamed to paint, Red just crossed the cloud.
Deny the rest
To verify the only pure from the dirty colors,
Neglect the Death
For mystery without Masks the canva covers
2 Painting Dead
My jokes drowned poetry before it should fade out,
No rhyme, I crossed my only cloud.
Deny the rest: I found a pure in all dirty colors.
Neglecting Death —
For canvas.
No smile — the talent is the only painters had,
Won’t let you sleep — even when being dead,
Why do the stupid boredom killers always sad?
