Workshop Ancient Poems 003 Another old piece of vintage work for you. This one's cuter... Workshop My love is diluted ink, Missing a brushstroke; And before the screen silent, Where I paint this my life, In light-and-shadow, in forgotten color In the light gray, where it's drawn In oil paint, without saying anything, My lost Mona Lisa; You're the target glow of the sky Who always guides this brush of mine On the cloth, that this pain cuts; You're the woman who gives me beautiful color, Filling this screen with life My vain dead nature.