Painting
A streak of red,
Anguish.
A splash of blue,
Tears.
Yellows and oranges blossom,
Bringing happiness.
Swirls of green
And black
Lurk
Eager to introduce
Envy
And pain.
He paints.
Weaving together colors
In and out.
Each stroke
Comes alive.
A picture
Begins to form
But all he needs
Are
Words.
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