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.
this poem is inspired of the paint my dad bought when he was on california. inside the paint is 9 planets and the san francisco bridge :> my dad knows how i really adore the galaxy.
