On Paint
As you hold the brush
I have in mind of what to paint.
Back in your head
Lies the scheme of your masterpiece.
Who do you try to?
Who where your inspiration for?
Deep in your heart, I know
The one who met you on Sunday morning
Before the church bell ringing.
I just could imagine
Your heart is singing
Because that day
Your heart remains there.
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