My condition is blackened.
A perfect defination of a good painting
I cry when am hurt, inside my heart, just to add.
Smile is my middle name, at least when am not stressed
so why do we worry, yet life is unchangeable ?
I walk alone..in my thoughts
but...together we walk in lifef together
In the hills I find rest and serinity to take away the bad habits
Sticking to routine ...everyday laundry of work
Expectations diminish,bonuses are shelved
But the work never lessens
A perfect picture perhaps?
Preachers turn swindlers
Churches become shops.
be it relationships merchandise spiritual or the like u will get
Though open eyed u should be...to achieve
All these r perfect pictures n the painter is me!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
hmmmm....u r a painter in deed...
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