A short road...
Long steps unpurposely

Climbing tree tops...
Branches disappearing

Sliding down
The ground gapes with black

Brush in hand..
Painting furiously

For the world to glance..
With vivid colours of warmth

Carrying stones...
To heavy for my back

Bended and broken..
For the world I lifted

Time to rest..
And paint dreams of joy



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