I went out and painted.
The world was a splash of color.
>There was b l u e,
>There was y e l l o w,
>There was r e d.
The palette I used emptied quickly.
A Rainbow of colors swirled over each other, mixture after mixture of different shades lost by another swipe of a brush.
The world in the canvas was finally given life. Sakura trees swayed in the breeze, the sky a bright hazel blue, and the mountains stretched far behind.
It's nothing like this small park.
This is my world.
Blue and green.
Alive and warm.
Filled with the colors of my memories.
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The Artist and the Magician
PoetrySometimes falling in love is like making an artwork, you make mistakes, you fix them, and in the end it's either you have a masterpiece or a tragedy. This is a 5-part short story about a girl who loved but was never enough. An artist who tried to cr...
