I told her my friendship is colourless,
we may keep it as a white canvas,
or you may add a colour of your choice,
she didn't speak,
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In a painted canvas you see what is painted, not much beyond. In a white one, with imagination you can see a lot. I liked what I read.
A marvelous poem cleverly written. The beauty of the night has been painted wonderfully on the canvas of this poem. Superb imagery.