A little cluttered painting on the wall
Picks the broken pieces of my soul
And I connect to it
Driven towards those empty painted eyes
How does it attracts over the years
How does it love the seeker , beyond time , beyond reform
My eyes feel I have been here
Maybe I reincarnated
Or maybe I am the divided heart of the painter
This blue , red painting on the white wall
Reminds me of several moments I lost
While trying to hold sand in my hands
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