WHERE COLORS MERGE

WHERE COLORS MERGE
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The soul is tailored with rips, gouges, tears, and scars.

Silent strokes of a pain-filled brush soaked in reds and crimsons.
Colors stark and scarlet bleed across the canvas bare.
And no one knows,
But the Maker of the soul,
The art which will eventually emerge.
That place of silent pain ...
Where colors merge.
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