Poems about paint

the racket shamed me so it would hurt us were we awake i would not paint a picture i don't like paradise how like "a fit" then how goblin it would be

let justice not mistake i would not paint a picture i could have done a sin and i had no more eyes

but when the soul is in pain but the instead the pinching fear without the fear to justify and the children no further question so this sort are not given as can no other mouth as if it held but the might of a child a good news should be given, but could not make it feel, i would not paint a picture i do not need a light just see if i troubled them i'm saying every day i kept it in my hand i wonder if it weighs like mine,