I Want To Paint…

I want to paint

a shadow slowly seeping into the sunlight, shining like stars,

a burned baguette freshly baked from the bakery downtown,

a copper coloured cat sunbathing in the glistening sunlight.


I want to paint

a Lamborghini speeding on the motorway as fast as lightning as a police car chases it,

an old granny crossing the road as slowly as a snail as cars beep their horns at her,

an explosion going off like a star exploding, creating a supernova that eradicates anything in the distance.


I want to paint the smell of ashes over an area that has been struck by war.

I want to paint the memory of the first time my cat Amber caught a bird and brought it inside the house.


I want to paint the end of this poem.

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