Seeking
The blue sky,
The green grass,
The golden sun of winter!
Who borrowed the colours?
To paint my being,
And left me incomplete forever,
To yearn, to be complete,
To seek out the painter.
Copyright © Swarup Mohalik | Year Posted 2018
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