IF I WOULD HAVE BEEN A PAINTER

 

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the flickering of the sleepy stars,

and the arrival of the new day.

The silent, still, crimson clouds,
have left me nothing to say.

If i would have been a painter,
I would have painted the colors,
the joys of the morning,
the hues of the lovers.

Just then a lightening struck across the sky,
Brightening the night’s memories in my heart,
A group of birds, wings open, turned by,
to embrace me, this new day, this new start.

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