Paint me a pretty picture
of pretty trees and a path
so that I can travel down it
and know my true dream.
I walk down the painted path
but realize it isn't real
for it is just a painting
and only a fantasy of a dream.
Paint me a pretty picture of pretty trees and a path so that I can travel down it and know my true dream.
I walk down the painted path but realize it isn't real for it is just a painting and only a fantasy of a dream. A contest entry
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