My eyes glued strongly
To the oil paint
Leaning against the wall.
No one around
Except for a slight breeze.
Colorfully laid over the painting
Beautiful indeed each stroke.
Wish my thoughts were like impastos
Well applied livelier it makes the painting of life
And gazing eyes shall appreciatively pour praises
At each beautiful thought.
As ugly impasto can easily be scraped,
With painting knife,
For a new impasto
The thoughts ugly too can be removed.
Alas! it is just a wish
Akin impastos thoughts will never become.
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