We born as life painters
A gift received when I reached this world
The canvas, the black one given to me
For i started all from early beginning
From this plain beautiful dark
To paint mine on black not white
Like most of you own
But mine should not be wasted
For us to breathe the brush
Bringing life from the pictures
As I said, in our own life we are the artist
So do i here challenged
To paint my own reflection
In this black canvas
In different beginning
On my canvas
My black canvas
Yet, all colours for me too
Same as what you all have in your hands
Though not white i have like yours
Nothing lack to be in my canvas
As I compared me as a black pearl
My life is a black beauty
On the black canvas
Flows in continuous art
Art that rare from others
Performed as i wish
In this black canvas, black canvas
It only just at the beginning
Not yet reach the ending
Seduce the crimson of roses
Chant my soul to steal blue from the moon
All colors i consumed in touch of the grace beauty
As if it was done by a celestial galaxy touch
On the midnight sky
Beauty in the dark
And i touch to mine
Giving the same to my canvas
My black canvas
…Now for it birthing an art
The art delivered on the black canvas
Emerging in a newly life
I may began with the black one
A gift that i had once i reached here
No, it’s not over, not the end, too early to loose
Why should i surrender from brushing beautiful muse
Because I am stand here as an artist to my own life
It’s not the end, just the beginning
Giving the best colors on it
My soul still painting life
It will be the beautiful one
Never down to be different
Though it just a black canvas at the beginning
The last touch, it telling me that beauty is mine
Even beautiful than a white canvas could do
Portrait of my life will be finished
With my smiles and beautiful
In this black canvas
My own black canvas
Whenever i return it back to the owner
To show to
The One above
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