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the painting
The Painting
The sky is pale,
white clouds have eaten
all the blue,
then diminish into fading mist.
Pales sun brightens
as the sky gets deep azure
when the day darkens into
a mature afternoon.
No aisle to hold a canvas
no brushes or paint
Just what the artist wanted
and tries to emulate.
And he had succeeded
an expert on colour blue
and leafless trees, a pity
his name was Hitler.
The sky is pale,
white clouds have eaten
all the blue,
then diminish into fading mist.
Pales sun brightens
as the sky gets deep azure
when the day darkens into
a mature afternoon.
No aisle to hold a canvas
no brushes or paint
Just what the artist wanted
and tries to emulate.
And he had succeeded
an expert on colour blue
and leafless trees, a pity
his name was Hitler.
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