Paint trails behind from my pencil,
the last stroke,
the last word,
now placed in the missing piece.
The art not only on the canvas,
but inside me
and everywhere beyond my footsteps.
And I'll realize that
words can paint a picture
as much as paints can write a story.
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And this is the end of Paints! Oh and hi ^_^ Hope you enjoyed reading this poetry collection and thank you for reading, voting, and commenting! I'll be posting more poetry collections after this, don't worry. But in the mean time, you can check out my other books :) Thanks again to the people who've read Paints, I really appreciate it :)
Bye!
