Colours
poem of them F@ncy ones
By István ifj. Havadi- NagyPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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art by István Havadi- Nagy
I want to act like them colours
on the tip of the paintbrush
-When too much paint it drops
and fall, randomly fills the canvas
It could become anything
Possibilities are infinite
-The matter what it holds
unfolds, depicts a lost second
Shows perfectly a stolen
moment- When out of control,
that drip of paint
alone- separated; conquered a patch
Falling through the fabric of time
Leaving outlines and depth
What your see is up to You
Your angle/ view always changes
-The colours can fade,
depths could grow or raise;
Them outlines also could disappear
I want to act like them colours
Random, unconscious paint drop
-To show something what only You
can tell reading through the canvas.
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