Sunday, October 24, 2010

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I  want to be able to talk poetic words
but I am no poet
I want to use all the colors to paint my life
yet my hands are not for painting
I want to take beautiful photos
but I am no expert on photography
I want to be artist  just to tell in extra ordinary way how life is


I want to sit on a hammock with a book on my hand
and under the sunshine hoping sadness won't hug me today
I want to be in a garden and smell all the flowers & just to be able to count all the petals
hoping their smell is an air I breathe and their petals are my wisdom

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