Why does it always feel the good old days much better....even best? Darn, I miss my childhood days....well, even those days of my misadventure as an employee I yearn. We simply grow too old too fast.... why did I ever wish then that time would tick faster? Was it because of the destination now?
There was simply some pain that time can not erase. I didn't mean to bring or caused you heartaches. There were happy times anyways.... The moment to feel, the moment simply faded. Dust in the wind...
A Masterpiece
The canvas of life
start with a signature...
Our birth mark...Our name;
Doodle of innocence
Instinct, untamed.
start with a signature...
Our birth mark...Our name;
Doodle of innocence
Instinct, untamed.
Then youthful abstraction
Bolder....intense
Ideologies, Visions and
Dream.
Bolder....intense
Ideologies, Visions and
Dream.
Some turns Romantic,
Classic and Pop
While others surreal
Hyper....Cubism
Classic and Pop
While others surreal
Hyper....Cubism
Some can't cope-up
and remain imitation
Dadaist of fate
in a Landscape of restoration
and remain imitation
Dadaist of fate
in a Landscape of restoration
Then we cherish our Title
Or Artist unknown
Collections of still-lifes
Accolade or shame.
Or Artist unknown
Collections of still-lifes
Accolade or shame.
Then on that one final stroke
Life simply become impressions
Shaded and mellow
Life simply become impressions
Shaded and mellow
The Framer sets in
Carved in marble stone
A calligrapher's duty
An Artists'
Rest In Peace
Carved in marble stone
A calligrapher's duty
An Artists'
Rest In Peace
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