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A picture I will paint
	a story I will tell
and make it perfectly clear
	exactly what I would have it be

lines drawn straight and hard
	words that images show
misunderstanding cannot be
	exactness is the key

planes with corners square
	angles sharp that define
colors I will state
	that I would have you see
	
sky of hummingbird blue
	grasses of the emerald green
wind biting frigid cold
	sharp sunlight spearing down

cinnamon fills the air
	flowers are Jasmine’s and Rose
soft grasses tickle the feet
	birds songs clear do sing

hot black ribbon of asphalt shown
	mirages dancing in the heat
rumbles of roars far away
	wind does ripple curled hair

no room to imagine
	no sight for you to see
what images with in you are
	there is no room to be

you will see what I would show
	imagine not what you would see
my colors of red blue and green
	not your favorites be

my scents you will smell
	my favorites and everything
there is no room for you
	your imagination lies dead

Ebony blackness of cold iron
	hard strength of titanium be
winds that rip through tender flesh
	sharp knife’s the cut the mind

of your thoughts I do not care
	or of what you would see
your imagination I care not of
	or of what you would see

somehow this cannot be
	this I cannot be
these words I’ll never write
	it is not what I would be

soft wonderings half spoke of
	hints of sights unseen
leafs carried upon the breeze
	to wherever you would be

I’ll let your imagination flow
	your images fill your mind
what ever you would see
	I’ll try to lead you there

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