i want to paint

I want to paint

A guitar so loud that it will bounce back and forth against your ear drums.


The red gleaming apple on the teacher’s desk glazed with power as it sat upon us.


 I want to paint the silence of the dark dismal night as the moon smiled at me.


 I want to paint the sound of the bird singing to me as I wake up.

I want to paint the sound of a plane swooping off into the sky

 getting ready for take off.

 I want to paint the end of this poem. 

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