Paint Palette - Matab Brahimi


Don't be deceived 
to think the canvas shows
the secrets that 
only the paint palette knows

no trust should be placed
on soft brush strokes
smeared and scraped 
under ill-tempered hands
search for sentiments 
only the paint pallete understands

much thought and scheme
made this canvas be
masking the true intent 
only the paint palette can see

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