I am a painter
White paper
Facing me
Colours staring eagerly
The brush seems alive
Paints my thoughts
An easy stroke here
A hurried stroke there
Like a graceful dancer
Explores the canvas
Step after step
Colours like refugees
Lifted from their bottles
Discover the undiscovered space
Like the first colony of men
Formation so unknown
Now reside on my paper.
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