To be a word painter
And paint a masterpiece
Which mirrors my very being,
The passions in my dreams.
So I sit in front of this blank canvas,
I find the perfect brush, dip it,
And prepare myself to paint each word:
Red: the reflection of the sunset where sea and sky meet.
Blue: the untainted water of the lily ponds.
Green: the grassy meadow where butterflies sleep.
Yellow: the dandelions that grow towards the morning light.
The colors together create another world,
A perfect place that time forgot,
A perfect time that lives forever.
And for a second, I am somewhere else.
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