"What are you painting?" Cecilia asked to her friend while she taught his little sister to make flower crowns
"just some flowers and the beautiful landscape" he said, not taking his brush or eyes of the cava.
"That's so boring, try to drow something else for once. I'll be your muse!" she said as she stood up and put the flower crown she had just made on top of her head, making all sorts of strange poses
"Like i would want to paint something like you" he answered laughing.
"HEY! WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!" at her angry face he just couldn't help but laugh more, his little sister and Cecilia soon joining him.
But little did she know that she was already his musea and that he wasn't painting just a simple flower, but his favourite one,
a Cecilia.
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Random Poems
Acakthis are some poems i wrote at like 3 am couse i couldn't sleep. And nothing. Maybe I'll publish more poems if I'll ever write more and maybe some short stories. Just know that a lot like A LOT of time may pass between a story/poem and another cause...
