First experiment with poetry (a poem)
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First experiment with poetry (a poem) This painting
This painting is worthy, value in gold.
Depicted on canvas. Not numbers, not today.
It is raining in the painting. This painting of mine.
So simple, so perfect. All will be fine.
Someone did ask.. why bother? I don't have numbers, not today.
The night is growing nigh.
Sweep of the brush, battered frames, yet elegant.
Why did they already ask for numbers?
Sober truth. I haven't drank today.
The moonlight reveals no bottle...
It is late. I don't have the numbers.
This painting is worthy, it will be sold.
Depicted on canvas. Not numbers, not today.
It is raining in the painting. This painting of mine.
So simple, so perfect. All will be fine.
Someone did ask.. why bother? I don't have numbers, not today.
The night is growing nigh.
Sweep of the brush, battered frames, yet elegant.
Why did they already ask for numbers?
Sober truth. I haven't drank today.
The moonlight reveals no bottle...
It is late. I don't have the numbers.
This painting is worthy, it will be sold.
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