Born a white canvas sheet
As pristine as the tundra
Blooming over the Alpine peaks
Unaware of the splash of colours
That will soon submerge it.
Some are dark as the midnight sky,
Some are bright as the edelweiss,
Some are tinted; some are shaded
Some are scars that never fades.
But at the end of the long hasty way
A portrait remains
Hanging on the wall by a windowpane
With colours so vivid and rare
That it costs a beloved's tear.