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Orange Painting
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Mediu
Losing my way
In an orange sea of grass.
Nothing is defined or precise;
Just a few clouds of happiness
Are floating around,
And one thought burns out:
I’m alive!
The rest stays the same.
Plenty of space, trees, and some people,
Never to cry loud, or argue
The essence of their beings.
The pure canvas reflects their images,
Transferred for your imagination in orange...
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