There was once, a poor man who always dreamed of being a painter. He worked on one painting for so long, he thought he'd never finish it. His biggest wish was to be known among the masses for his talent. Unfortunately, he was not able to give his heart and soul to it. Being the only caretaker of his family was burden enough, he thought.
His brother abandoned them and fled to another city. Making money was his dream and indeed he became a very rich man. So rich, that he had forgotten about his little family he left behind.
One night, in a dream, the painter saw himself as a great man too. In it, was a beautiful woman by his side, tracing with a finger, his arms up to his shoulders and stopped at the nape of his neck. She whispered in his ear, it all starts with one, my dear painter. He listened.
Working on a new painting, he tried to the paint the woman he saw in his dreams. It indeed was beautiful. He named it, "woman of my dreams'. It gained popularity almost immediately as he showed it to a couple friends and people from the neighborhood. More and more people visited him to get a chance to admire his masterpiece.
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Unfinished Painting
PoetryA little bit of a story, a little bit of poetry. Walk through the life of a young man as he battles with society, talent and wealth.
