Painting 

Every time I pick up

A pencil or a brush,

My hands tremble

Fearing,

Will I be able to complete

At least this one

Or will it be added

With all other unfinished.

I can feel the tears

Dwelling up;

Time, if only 

It could be controlled

And I would rejoice

The moments lost…

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