My mind was blank at the wall by chance br where a hanging canvass caught my glance; br I listened to little whispers in my ears br as this drawn canvass made a stance. br I stood up as my eyes pin a purple clover br wondering behind the painter's mind; br I cleaved to my glass as I stood by br to a wonderful thought a painter's try! br As others wondered with their whims aroused, br I went near the canvass share it out loud. br As they tried say something close as near br to a closer heart faraway but dear! br How lonely would it be as it hang br to a loner's mind it seems a long song; br Neither would it be a clover or of short, br it clings to my wandering mind's report.