How do I depict your absence
and what it does to me?
I may paint it dull and drab
Drained out and bleary I may look at the blank canvas
I may hurl and splatter colours in flaming fury
and revel in their haphazard flow
I may tear, rip and mangle the canvas
and scream loud in real wrench yanking my hair
But again
The easel petrifies me
magnifying in shape
your Absence
(M)
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I would like to translate this poem
I may tear, rip and mangle the canvas and scream loud in real wrench yanking my hair magnifying in shape your absence...... thanky ou verym uch dear poet for this poem. tony