Old Canvas There was a time, when the canvas was plain. Clean brushes we picked up to dip into the colors of youth, Choices of hope to build masterpieces for tomorrows. Now we try to patch the old paint, and sit in front of a canvas cluttered… © CMM 2014 Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related 1 Comment I was young and aimless, now I am just aimless 🙂 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.