A bottle of blue paint
Tipped over.
White canvas stained.

Spreads across
The innocent domain;
Attempts to halt it
All in vain.

It will not stop
Until the edge,
Drop by drop
It drips off.

Time will drain it dry,
And I will
Not ask why.

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But my canvas-pale heart
Can never deny
The lingering colour
Of your eye,

A spilt bottle of blue paint.