The sunset sky, shining with an array of hues
Silently declares your creativity
And I wonder if you crafted me
From such a vast palette of colours.
Right now I feel only grey and drab.
Then I remember I am your “poiema”, your masterpiece
Of which you are the most proud.
Forgive me for not reflecting your glory, like that still sky
For repressing my creative radiance
For feeling unworthy
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