| A free style poem about painting. What do you think?
If a picture paints a 1000 words, then why can't I paint?
Is it because I am not a picture?
Or that I lose track of the number of words I use?
Is a 1000 words to wriite such a difficult task?
Wouldn't it be nice if I could paint it for others to peruse?
But painting takes paint.
And a canvas to paint it on.
I have neither paint nor a canvas.
Nor the ability to convey with a picture what a 1000 words might say.
But which 1000 words.
What are they?
What could that be?
Will they enrage or bring harmony?
What would my picture bring?
And what of the painting?
Hopefully, it would not bring tyranny.
But joy and a smile and tranquility.
My painting is done.
And I've done it without paint.
Let the world view it.
Later, I will learn what it was I said.
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