White cartridge,
smooth as butter,
Steadily, his brush
dances across the paper.

As if blushing , the paper
tinges a soft red,
And he smiles, because her shawl used to be the same shade.

A dash of colour and
The cartridge is covered,
All shades of azure,
As if pieces of calm sea were scattered.

He remembers her love
For the sky and the ocean,
His hands and his paint,
Recreate her personage and passion.

He could never forget
Her gentle voice, a green hue,
Full of promises and lush tones,
Her lullabies gave his picture verdure.

Her hair was the night sky,
At its brightest,
He is reminded of stars she,
Used to point out during his lowest.

Ebony is mixed in
the canvas quite darkens ,
The stars cannot compete,
When her eyes cheekily twinkle.

He mixes and blends,
Different shades, different tints,
All the colours of her
Personality, her presence, her imprint.

He could never have
Her back with him,
She's too far gone,
All he does is create her on a whim.

On paper and cartridges,
Canvases and memories,
His paints and his brushes
Provide his heartbreak some perfect remedies.

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This poem was written for my love for colours and everything that is art. Hope you like it too!!