Amidst the bushes
I saw a painting
Shining on it is the sun of the East warming up my cold emotions
The only painting I could understand
So colorfully and neatly painted
The only painting I couLd befriend
A pencil on a painting
It got my heart skipping a bit
And fear escaping
For a while I could not breath
A gorgeous pencil for poet me
For it is colorful and also portable
Could give rainbow artwork for poet me
A beautiful painting it is
Can I've it? Please...
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