Dreams Of An Artist
My brush is dipped in indigo paint.
My canvas is here in front of me.
Am a good artist so I don wan to depend colours,
Am a good painter so colours will depend on me.
Am not a photographer who searching for sights,
Am not a spoon feeded baby to depend my mom,
My brush is with iron but wont rust,
My brush will hear my voice it will paint for me,
I wann to be the king of this world!
Yes am, the Midas I will make everything gold!
So I wan to fly away from this well,
I will change the colours of the sky above me.
Greema Michael
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