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I want to paint

I want to paint

soaked in rose petals which softly flutter along a twisted watercourse,  that stretches for miles as the towering trees bowing beneath a sunset like a snow globe

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint

the silence of a summer sunset seeping through the window, smothering a warm glow upon the room, 

a determined daffodil dancing like a ballerina as it fearlessly battles the wind which dares to carry it away,

the movement of a magical, elegant horse with sparkling eyes as it gallops freely through the moving meadow,

the mysterious magic of the Northern Lights as they illuminate the inky black sky, with shades of emerald, sapphire and amethyst; a bejewelled wondrous watercolour.

 

I want to shade

an autumn morning, with bright amber and scarlet leaves scattered upon the cold wet ground, rustling around as the wind wildly whirls them about,

the essence of a cherry blossom tree, effortlessly swaying in the air, dancing gracefully on a summer evening breeze,

the smell of an english garden, housing an abundance of exotic and sensational flowers, capturing the pure beauty of something so ordinary,

 

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the murmur of birds chanting their sensational and utterly spectacular bird call, singing for all to hear on a crisp winter’s morning, sounding so natural that many ignore,

the action of a lethal lion pouncing on its prey, tearing the creatures skin and snapping many bones, 

The feeling of isolation as a lonely and vulnerable clownfish, wanders away not knowing what’s to come and not knowing how big of a mistake it’s made.

I want to paint

the history a strong-willed water lily break-dancing as the wind dares to fidget, 

A pigeons fleecy coat of feathers as he sits on the edge of a colossal telegraph pole,  

The wiry playfulness of a frantic squirrels tail escalating to the tips of an oak tree, 

the shimmering, shine of petals falling from an elegant blossom tree like an acrobat diving of a platform.

I want to paint…

   I want to paint…

    

    

    I want to paint

   the single-minded magnolia break-dancing as the wind dares to

   fidget in the chilled, breeze

   the cheekiness of the wind as it gently swishes side to side and 

   the daffodils as they silently perform their breathtaking ballet.

   

   The joyfulness of a obsidian and alabasta zebra happily galloping  

   along the long, dusty road whilst lots of rapid cars drive past

   hastily.

   

   

I want to paint

I want to paint a huge, elegant Eagle soaring swiftly above the shimmering clouds, its long wings stretched out luxuriously.

 The mystery of space with its mystifying mysteries.

I want to shade a beautiful daffodil, dancing handsomely on a gentle lily pad, drifting across the shallow, sapphire coloured water.

 

I want to paint

I want to paint…

 

I want to paint

the shimmering, shining sunset and the orange red glow seeping through the window panes of an ancient cottage like a cosy fire spreading warmth and happiness,

the gnarled, twisted branches of an antique oak tree that clamber up a crumbling stone wall like emerald, lush ivy stems,

the sound of a squawking parrot flying freely in a tropical rainforest, expanding its feathered wings as it glides above the treetop canopy,

I want to paint

I want to paint …

the sound of the graceful, bewitching birds chirping in the distance of the fading sunset with the soft sound of there song , 

the Eiffel tower glimmers gorgeously in the sunlight of paris with all it tourist there to admire its  beauty, 

the memory of the most beautiful garden like the place gardens shimmering in the  day ,

the vibrant meadows dance and fluttering  in the wind at the heart of the forest soaking up all the daylight,  

the smell  of the fresh lavender on a humid summer evening hovering  in the air. 

 

I want to paint

  I want to paint

I want to paint

the smell of rosey roses resting throughout the morning air

and peacefully dancing around the frosty wind as the bitter 

cold tends to fade away,

the majestic, beautiful butterflies gliding elegantly through 

the sizzling, summer afternoons like synchronized swimming

in the tropical breeze,

the action of the moon shimmering as bright as a diamond

gleaming in the blazing, sweltry sun,

the secrets coming from deep down in the mystical paradise

that are waiting to be revealed and the mirroring reflection of 

the calming sunset,

I want to paint…

I want to paint the alluring sound of musical notes floating smoothly out of an aged, worn grand piano; my fingers dancing on the keys,

The silhouette of the soaring Eiffel tower shadowing over the miniscule people below,

An intelligent,joyous girl swishing her vibrant, spirited blonde hair and fluctuating freely on a swing in the refreshing,hazy summer breeze.

The tremendous, magnificent smells of freshly baked bread coming out of the scorching oven,

The memory of an extraordinary, sensational summer holiday in prodigious Paris with the illusive obscurity of  fantastical French bakeries looming daintily over me like a fragrant floral perfume,

A shaggy schnauzer beaming gratefully and heartily as is swims in the aquatic, ice-cold water waiting for a brilliant, fleecy ball to be thrown.