Seven years ago
I retired my brushes
Upright and ever ready
They sat in the dark
I retired my brushes
Alongside my creative soul
They sat in the dark
Unwilling to resurrect
Alongside my creative soul
Unable to dream
Unwilling to resurrect
Peering at blank canvases
Unable to dream
Stacked neatly beneath
Peering at blank canvases
When the artist disappeared
Stacked neatly beneath
Upright and ever ready
When the artist disappeared
Seven years ago
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