I am an artist, I draw and paint
I paint in my imagination
I paint in my dreams
I allow my paintings to flow where they will
To be carried by the wind
To be carried by streams
What I paint is not just mine
They simply exist
They simply belong
Anyone else who reaches them
Can play with them
Can paint along
I do not blow my paintings to life
That is not my art
That is not my act
But life often brings them alive herself
That seems her game
That seems her pact
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