(illustrated and written by Chisom)
THE PAINTER
You think you know him
He can turn a mere plank to a beauty
He can make you see beauty in things you find ugly
Ever imagine how a brush can change a man
It changes him
It controls him
It serves as his weapon
And he wield it like a sword
Why did he even exist?
That is a question we can't resist
But it is not far fetched
Because without him life will be without colors
The buildings without figure
Sights we can't behold
For new things will always seems like they are old
He chose this part
So we can know things apart
We now see things differently
Buildings and landspace are now view vividly
It seems we can not do without him anymore
We always want his touch on everything we build henceforth
His works are extraordinary perfect
He works with no defect
Do not underestimate
Do not ridicule
Because he is the beautifier!
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