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A stretch of white.
You scrape a knife
through black, then indigo,
layer darkness,
across the horizon.
Reach for a tube of
chestnut brown,
squeeze the contents
onto the lower half
and smear.
Payne’s grey sky.
A slash of crimson,
a miniscule orb
in orange.

Submitted to dVerse Poet’s Pub where, for the first prompt, we are asked to build something. Well, I’m not at all handy so I thought I’d build you a painting to hang behind the bar. It will be a bit abstract but if it seems a bit dark, I intend to infuse with a lot of hope!

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