To paint the sky
with wisps of white
upon the endless blue,
To sprinkle in
some golden sunlight,
sparkling in the dew,
to let the paintbrush
dance with grace,
elegant strokes, but few,
to play with colours
bold and bright,
displaying what is true,
to see my life
a work of art,
and paint each day anew.
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