Impastos

My eyes glued strongly

To the oil paint

Leaning against the wall.

I chuckle

No one around

Except for a slight breeze.

The impastos

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.

Thoughts negative

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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