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The wind gusts and roars
Banging at the doors
Tree branches swinging
What’s the wind bringing
Gates open with force
From a gush of course
The washing is off the line
Hey that’s mine
and it’s off down the road
I’m blowed!!!!!!
Today I want to draw you
(Yes, I can draw you. It's all about starting.)

With the black pencil, I draw a cross on the white,
I cut the white, you're done, you're not white,
You would have been a bride dressed in white,
but you are not,
Then I wonder, what another colour,
I jump joyfully and choose the yellow pencil,

I draw your eyes with yellow, you start shouting at me,
The black cross is cutting the white of the paper
from one end to the other,
again, you are screaming out your lungs,
your screaming energizes the colour,
yellow comes out on the lips, on the nose,
it brightens the thickness of the eyes.

The room is full of golden light
fighting with monochromatic egotism.

Your yellow is absorbed in me,
I become a dandelion that draws you în autumn leaves,
jasmine, chrysanthemums, butterflies, bees,
all small insects invade the room, the paper,
my eyes enter your eyes.

You scream at me ”stop! it hurts”

Greedily I consume all the yellow from the sun,
You keep screaming at me  ”do not **** me in flowers”
I  get more excited
and I move with the joy of a child who discovered the pleasure of scribbling,

The yellow from the drawing grows your head big like an asteraceae,
I start seeing a smoky red, invasively yellow navigates towards red,
red is growing in an orange,

The orange rolls under the golden layer, it touches the cross.
The cross gives birth to multicoloured roads,
gardens and orange orchards are growing  from the desire to shape your face,

You stopped shouting. I sketch your profile.
With a husky voice, you ask me if I can draw an orange,
I draw an orange.
Tell me, who doesn't like oranges.
We snuggle up
We cuddle
I kiss you
You lick my face
You know how I’m feeling
As I do you
You’re faithful and endearing
Because I love you!

You’re in my heart
And in my soul
A soul mate
A best friend forever
Because I love you!
Moose is my beautiful poochon! I love her with all my heart and soul!
The cutting wind
Stings my face
Despite all that,
out walking is ace
Sod the weather
I do it with grace
I love to walk
No matter what
Rain or shine
What ever we’ve got
I’m out and about
Using the feet I’ve got
Keeping my blood flowing
And my face glowing!
I’m out every day
As long as I may!
Wow it’s snow
Out through the door at 6 am
Walkies time and off we go
Only to meet a mini blizzard

The little white flakes
Blew in my face
So so cold they were not fakes
It’s April for goodness sake

I know the forecast said it would
I didn’t quite believe
Now I know I should
The snow came down

Bit it didn’t stick!!!!!!
The seasons are changing
The air was cool this morning
But the sun began to shine
It’s coming Spring now
And it is really quite divine
The subtle smell of scent
From the flowers and trees so fine
Was really quite endearing
Spring its way
I think this is the sign!
The power of passion
Love can do amazing things
But love can ****
Those angel wings

Passion can be painful
Passion can hurt
Passion can ****
Passion can be Curt

But passion with love
With a blessing from above
With peace and pleasure
Is the right kind of measure!

So use your passion well
Keep your passion honest
And you surely will
Reap your passion well!
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