6 am, my soul starts splashing
wonderful pastels of thankfulness
On the blank canvas of today.
My heart is painting flowers
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Thank you for sharing this version, one can see the evolution of the poem, clearly. This version has practically the same images as the Canvas but somehow, the message is very elusive to decipher. In The Canvas, the whole poem became a profound statement of what you were trying to convey.
Ah what a wonderful piece, again on greed!