Painting A Bird

~ Frank Solanki

I started painting a bird
With broken wings
To represent my heart
And so many other things
Wanted to show all my emotions
Deep inside
Wanted to show the world
A different side

…

What colours should I use?
What hues? What shade?
I’m just an amateur
Will I even get paid?
Don’t think she’d like it
She really understands art
It’s not like I made this for her
With all of my heart

…

The bird was finally complete
Unlike my broken heart
The painting wasn’t splendid
Art is, after all, art
I asked her if she liked it
She said it was splendid
And the bird just flew away
Away it did

Published by Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

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