he could decipher
my thoughts
through my eyes,
a deceitful world
the broken kind
an adamant,
saturated scenery
he speaks
the constellations
of the universe,
the rustling leaves
and the setting sun
in him, i saw something
unworldly,
and i, one of the
plethora of things
one could barely
admire.
April 30, 2016 Painting by Malsart
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