I want to paint
I want to paint my lovely labrador Lunar, looking at me with her brown piercing eyes.
I want to paint the taste of surprisingly sweet spaghetti.
I want to paint the smell of sweet smelling strawberries on a summer’s day just waiting on lush soil to be picked.
I want to paint the buzzing of brilliant bees on a beautiful spring morning.
I want to paint the memory of my dog watching and waiting until I get home and the memories that you wish that could come back again.
I want to paint the brightness of roses on a summer day like snow on a cold winter’s night.
I want to paint the warmness of a spring night compared to a cold winter morning.
I want to paint the marching of ants compared to a marching band.
I want to paint the pattering of rain on a cold windy night.
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