
I Painted an Ocean
Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
I painted an ocean
But forgot the shore
There were no ships
When I took a close look,
It was my isolation
Sailing like the sea waves;
I stand alone for centuries
To add the people
In my voyage,
Still, singular I stand
When I try to talk,
It becomes silent monologue outward,
The reply comes from resounding inside;
If someone makes my portrait
It shall be something sad, sub-standard
But surely scintillating
