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If I were a painter I would capture your likeness When sat under yellow light Playing games at the table Or bathed in the flickering glow Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky Your skin a playing field For different shades of red So I might remember With perfect clarity Your contour that I could see Sitting opposite of you
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
If I were a painter
If I were a painter I would capture your likeness When sat under yellow light Playing games at the table Or bathed in the flickering glow Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky Your skin a playing field For different shades of red So I might remember With perfect clarity Your contour that I could see Sitting opposite of you
Just a description of a scene from a late night moment around the campfire. I love the light from fire! I truly wish I could paint something like that. Lighting makes something seem so alive. And a campfire creates this moving and warm--almost exclusive--sort of scene. Because the world around the fire is covered in darkness.
Decembre
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
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