There are lovely paintings in the depth of my heart,
They are the most beautiful paintings ever felt,
They are the most paintings ever touched,
The most ever heard of in this mad world ,
But rather they are the rarest ever found,
Because real is rare.
Everyday the paints fade and the colours fall off,
The perfect colour has to be repainted with imperfections,
It's in the imperfections that we find the perfect,
The wealthiest colour had to be repainted with happiness,
In happiness we find joy and the widest smiles,
The colours of love.
In my own world l painted them all with glitters,
That at the crack of dawn there will be huh finally,
Someone to feel and to touch the lovely treasures,
The treasures painted with the colours of love.
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