The
Painting
The sky is pale,
white clouds have eaten
all the blue,
then diminish into fading mist.
Pales sun brightens
as the sky gets deep azure
when the day darkens into
a mature afternoon.
No aisle to
hold a canvas
no brushes
or paint
Just what
the artist wanted
and tries
to emulate.
And he had
succeeded
an expert
on colour blue
and
leafless trees, a pity
his name
was Hitler.
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