(Inspired by Van Gogh's quote)
The pain comes again before it goes,
Memories past remain in throes.
Please dance to a different tune I entreat,
The feet moves to the same sombre beat.
From heart to head the distance grows,
Taking apart the mind torn from soul.
To dream a rainbow but wake to dark,
The flame extinguishes aft' a single spark.
Relentless whispers tell nothing will arrive
A spectre of hope I forcibly contrive
Take up that which was forsaken
Go on despite the odds that are taken.
“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.” - Vincent van Gogh
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