The Masterpiece
<p>With each brushstroke<br />
She paints the sky<br />
Of her dreams gold<br />
<em>She thinks blue makes<br />
Her eyes and heart cold</em></p>
<p>No matter how hard the past<br />
Tries to spread its shade<br />
On the canvas of her present<br />
<em>She already knows the color<br />
That her future holds</em></p>
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