The paintbrush
I wished I was a paintbrush…
I’d paint the sky in blue
with clouds of white
and grass of green
and trees with olive beans
I’d brush a house of stone
a man, a wife
a child, a pet
and little harmless ants
I’d also paint a door of wood
with open gates
and welcome words
and rainbow hearts inside
And all around that happy place
I’d paint each one of you
a hug, support and above all
a friendship with NO END
mlaure
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