Staring at the paint on my wall,
Colors of red, yellow, blue, black and all.
Different shapes, sizes, lines and angle.
Oh I wonder, how this masterpiece made in a paper so small.
When I stare at this paint,
I imagine I am inside that place.
Where the sky is dark and gloomy.
The sea is dark blue and shiny.
The buildings tall and bright,
As the people talk and ignite.
But the moon has finally came,
So I evaporated in this beautiful paint.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
Staring at the paint on my wall,
Colors of red, yellow, blue, black and all.
Different shapes, sizes, lines and angle.
Oh I wonder, how this masterpiece made in a paper so small.
When I stare at this paint,
I imagine I am inside that place.
Where the sky is dark and gloomy.
The sea is dark blue and shiny.
The buildings tall and bright,
As the people talk and ignite.
But the moon has finally came,
So I evaporated in this beautiful paint.
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