Painting and Dreams

Painting and Dreams Painting and Dreams

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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When a girl said to me she was fed up with her childish friends I said it's because YOU have grown up then this came to me.........

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When a girl said to me she was fed up with her childish friends I said it's because YOU have grown up then this came to me.........

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Submitted: July 18, 2013

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Submitted: July 18, 2013

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Your a beautiful painting in a gallery, everybody looks at you, stares, even touches you but you are only canvas and oils, no emotions just looking back. I'm a security guy looking after all the paintings, i go round every hour to see that things are fine. looking at you with my tourch it goes on the blink, i stand there hitting it, it comes on but in ultraviolet mode, i see a poem at the bottom of your painting and read it out load, thinking nothing more and back to my desk for my 20 mins kip. I am woken by pitta patta of feet, a breeze as if someone has walked by me, i stand and follow the gentle noise, turn into where you are on the wall but the canvas is blank, your dancing around the room, arms up and laughing, you look so beautiful, carefree, you stop and look at me, come over and place your soft hand on my cheek and say, ' Thankyou for helping me, you have set me free reading my poem,if for just one night i can live and be happy ', you carry on dancing around me, your scence makes me dizzy, i feel the same and we dance for a while, not a care in the world, two souls joined for a short time. I blink and am back at my desk, was it a dream?, i go to where you are on the wall, shine my tourch at you, a smile is now present and your eyes full of life, every where i go your eyes follow me. The next few nights it's the same, we dance and laugh, even i think fall in love, but the more it happens the more you shine, a painting come alive through a poem and a dream. A little time after that they move you on to another gallery, everybody can not explain you, a painting that had no life but now is full, as they pass by me i hear you whisper, ' Darling we will meet again soon, i promise '. Well we do, everytime i sleep you come to me, we dance and laugh,a secret never to be told,  a painting that has changed, and dreams of all dreams. Not great but full of potential think. This one is for you Jx, i no you like Dreams and Paintings.X


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