Carefully tried, keep tears away, don't mix water with oil.But cried into colors, they fell and I fell tied not to the painting
Tied to memories.
Sorrow waylays my soul, flooding forth, leaving
My hopes, my nascent balance, shattered again,
Washed by weeping.
Weary beyond sleep, yet rise again from this toil
Waiting to see the deluge pass, lifting my spirit
Beyond desolation again.
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