The
painted scenes
Showing
to the public
The
stories of a time
Tell
the truth let it be free
The
dark strokes
It
never wants to show
It
hides behind the bushes
The
scenes covered by flowers
The
bees flying around
Pollination
seems right
The
carrying of tales
The
breeding takes flight
Somehow
it never happens
The
strong wind hammers in
The
wind currents blow it away
There
is only frustration
The
painted scenes
The
drawing of yesterday
Today
the truth stands tall
Casting
its long shadow
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