To paint something on the canvas

 

To paint something on the canvas

is neither a pleasure nor an interest,

but it is rather a fear.

 

I am not willing to like

the pure white sketchbook.

 

Though,

I can sketch unresponsibly,

and paint with my favorite color as much as I want,

 

Though,

A lion has no his fur,

A snake has a his leg,

An ant is much bigger than the house,

The eyes of princess and prince are the shape of star,

 

Now,

The joyfulness which I enjoyed myself when I was young,

gives a stress to me,

and makes my shoulder heavy.

because I must retouch errors.

 

And Because,

Now

I am not three years old,

but just thirty three years old,

that multiply three by eleven.

 

 

 

 


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