As the painter put paint on the canvas with the brush. The picture that is painted is a beautful sunset. With a Pencil in hand I put my words to paper. My words can paint thier own picture. I write what I see from my heart. That is how I preceive the world around me. I'm an artist inmy own way, not like the painter. Only I paint with words that have feelings. The feelings of love, joy, sadness. What gives me the most joy is when my words paint a picture of you.
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