Paint is a color and a word as fragile and vulnerable as a liquid in search of its form. When paint finds its form in the hands of an artist like love and hate it becomes timeless. Unlike hate it is never useless. But like love it is always searching for meaning, and it is in search of meaning that it becomes a masterpiece.
I like this poem. It is well written. I like the way you see paint and the comparison you made. Thank you for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful comparison, truly. It seems that you yourself have paint a smooth picture of words onto a canvas of poetry and in turn, you, yourself created a masterpiece. Splendid work.