Portrait of my world

As the water swam across the bank,

The boats resting onshore,

The cool gush; gently bathing the grieves..

Stood a dreamer; stranded and withered;

His eyes filled with light..

Hands wielding the power;

While-st he paints..

A perfect portrait of his perfect world..

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