I Want To Paint…
I want to paint
a ripe, juicy apple waiting to be picked off the green bush,
a lonely lost leaf trying to find its family,
Miss Jones’ hand trying to mark all the perfect work.
I want to paint
a mysterious eye staring at you when you sleep waiting for you to wake up,
a shiny football flying through the air as it explodes into tiny, rubbery pieces,
a glorious, tasty ice-cream melting in the scorching sun.
I want to paint
a fluffy cloud floating in the cool breeze,
a yummy, bright yellow banana getting peeled by Chloe’s hand,
a really tall pencil writing all over the blank paper.
I want to paint the end of this poem.
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