THE PAINTERS

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I see you and I know who you are
By your colours so blinding
And love to be where you are
Though is full of striving
There are so many sacrifices to be made
Patience and dedication is the key
This is the path I want most
Though is not easy but it is hopeful
Yet challenging but is worth trying
Far away from all the pleasures
Enticing good things of this world
Still the painters crew is the automate
It is not attractive but yet it is enthusing
Though not fabulous but yet it is refreshing
I don’t have to search anymore
But now I believe it
For we are all painters
Waiting for our colours to fly

BY  ISOKEN ADISA-ISIKALU.  




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