Fading
The evanescent canvas, colors slowly fade
but fading in the sun, the moon is not afraid.
transient are the footprints etched in sand
with time and tide, meets the sea and land.
autumn leaves wither in dusklit winter shade
in sweet fake words, trust is often betrayed
hazy clouds of fading love , always dismayed
a dull painting dimmed, none can understand
the evanescent canvas
hiding in shadows, grief is not displayed
in dried tears, faint conversations made,
in a candlelight dinner with roses in hand
petals shriveled in book, stories unplanned.
still shimmering, a faded rainbow swayed
the evanescent canvas.
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