jet.thursday
03-24-2010, 08:38 AM
She tried to draw the face of that man,
Under the dim light in darkness
By her gentle hand
Different strokes on the white paper.
Soft eraser in her palm,
A small mistake she strive to erase.
With a shattered white paper she never mind,
With the mistake gone she continued.
She never stopped trying, never quit drawing
The face of that man no longer in her head
Just a silhouette remained, getting blurry inside her
While Chopin’s waltz play in her idle mind.
Troubled, the placid artist is.
Fear pounds in her pale chest, her teeth grinning in despair
Seeing the sketch she tried to save a thousand times, a clear failure
And there has been long silence, she never drew again.
Under the dim light in darkness
By her gentle hand
Different strokes on the white paper.
Soft eraser in her palm,
A small mistake she strive to erase.
With a shattered white paper she never mind,
With the mistake gone she continued.
She never stopped trying, never quit drawing
The face of that man no longer in her head
Just a silhouette remained, getting blurry inside her
While Chopin’s waltz play in her idle mind.
Troubled, the placid artist is.
Fear pounds in her pale chest, her teeth grinning in despair
Seeing the sketch she tried to save a thousand times, a clear failure
And there has been long silence, she never drew again.