Friday, February 6, 2009

My peom about painting

He loves to paint.Dark colours to faint.He loves the shadows.He thinks that he knows,what he is doing has arose from the past.What he did, didnt't pass.Now hes roaming the streets, avoiding the heat.Theres no test so don't compete.I use to know him, but now I'm scared...Now hes changed.He is not the same, he is rearranged.Its sad and strange,but he still paints.

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