Empty Canvas
The Salt Flats hold nothing
to the thoughts that tumbleweed
through my barren and vacant heart
Now lifeless and numb to it's surroundings
Once a canvas full of color and promise
Now so antiquated that the colors
have faded cracked and pealed
Leaving an empty canvas
23 Mar 2008
A touching and poignant poem JoAnn, i know though, this canvas of your heart will be restored to it's original colour and promise! *10plus*! ! Great read, Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cracks can be mended and colours restored, the canvas lovingly is yours... Andy 10