Poetry

Wednesday, 16 July 2025

An artist

 I sometimes wish I were an artist

Then I'd paint the sky's pinks and blues

And the trees fading into the houses

Like emerald in Ruby hues

And if I were an artist

I'd love the colours

They'd light up my brain

And every neuron

Would be firing

And I'd never feel any pain

If I were an artist like you

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