Canvas
Junelle Jane Bajala I was painting a canvas; one requires red paint and yellow. And as I began caressing the brush with a hello, the color touches with a promise. A mixture of paint was on the palette, where orange defined my ballad that was once tinted with the color of intimacy now turns into a colorless loyalty. Instead of painting on the canvas, I ended up painting my story. A once colorful canvas has now become blue and almost empty.
Illustration by Emmy Nava
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