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I want to paint an image of Thy
That's not to be made with Water Color
Indeed desire to paint an Oil Painting
Blue will take from the Sky
Green from the Grass
I will take the Yellow from Barren Fields
Red will be borrowed from Parrot's Lips
And water from Your Tears
Will be grown thousands of Lost Dreams
After mingling of all the Colors
Thy face will be floated,
As the thousand year's "Mona Lisa"
With a patch mystic Smile
On my Gray Canvas

The bottom of the image's will be written
"You, My Beloved"
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

What I thought was holding me up
Was slowly dragging me down

What is the point of thinking you are too old to do something
Because throughout the years you will only grow older
And eventually you won't even have the strength to do what you thought was childish.

Why is it
That when the sky falls
I feel like it's falling on me.

Every day I loose a bit of my soul when I hear the things said about me
And everyday I try to mourn for my loss, but end up loosing my humanity

Isn't it sad?
When we want to accomplish an adventure
We need three things
Money
Strength
Time
When we are children we have the strength and the time...but not the money
When we are middle aged we have the strength and the money...but not the time
When we are elderly we have the time and the money...but not the strength
Somewhere along this road we have to rule out either money, strength or time. We can't have it all.
So I vote to rule out money.
Unfortunately no one else agrees.