I painted this picture
With my life’s happiness
Each image a reflection
Of past glories relived
Through a constellation stretched over canvas
But the sun starts to set
On that beautiful world
I used to know, even as
The rivulets of turpentine
Erase every facet that gleamed, one by one
I like how this started with painting a picture and ending with rivulets of turpentine.
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