Magic brush
Presented paints and asked me: «Draw!»
I shall draw to gloomy people masks
And about the sad sky I know.
With autumn we shall draw joy together,
Let people look and start to fly!
With a magic brush I shall disperse bad weather
I wish everyone could see the sky.
But people unmasked themselves
Also have washed off paints from all Earth,
Burning magic brush I couldn’t save.
So they made my world worth.
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