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The painting
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In the hey field
The mystic heron
already there to
bring colors in my day dream
to return to the countryside
and live a simple life.

In the city
friendship is fake
love is fake
and all relation seems just for time passing.

My passionate heart is tired,
can not dream
the creation of an oasis in the present earth.

Can I forget all song of cool morning and lovely moonlit night
and only look the world as it is?

The painting
is colorless,hard and full of griefs.
Author Notes
Wants to live.Thats why I express.

© Sarojini Pattayat. All rights reserved, 7 hours ago

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