Unkwown Painting
I dream to paint my masterpiece
that nothing knows but I,
In a crowded room of Wilderness
I started to cry, "Happy are those
who paint themselves for they know
every angle of their soul."
I started to sketch out the path of my dreams
in a careless move I was in vain,
for the colors of the wind cannot be seen,
instead of blue i painted green
and i prayed, "Lord, grant my masterpiece."
With a desperate mind i lifted my way,
Back to wilderness i found myself empty,
i was lost, no more courage little hope
Only reminesce was my dream to fulfill
that i could paint when the time prevail.
Years pass by and time has come,
To plagiarize my thoughts, and all
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