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#Painting #Art #children

In the hall, stood a lonely wall following the squall of a gnarly storm.

Upon the form, the wall wore gore and spore. Dampeness which brought darkness and sadness.

The children passed, filled in lullness and dullness.

The stillness made me want them to blabber, I found some lacquer and decided to use my hand to garner creation.

With no preparation or limitation, I used my innovation for the best presentation.

Simplicity, with no implication.
My simplicity brilliantly displayed vividly, my love's perfection.

For the children, filled in admiration.
Titled "Reach For The Stars", my print formed permanently always there to give you hope marvellously, wherever in the globe or continental slope.

If you find yourself in mope, you should tenaciously probe and reach for what leaves you enrobed in devote.

Be it work, torque or New York.

Do it!

-Memoirs of Maryannable's Mashables