Words are spilled out to suit the mood,

enough to intrigue every friend and foe.

Smeared on the walls of our hearts,

the crow of skepticism dashes away.


After a tiresome and pointless fight over a paint brush,

Brothers can finally agree on something.

Nations can come together once more,

bound by a common goal of rewriting history.


The world is no longer the same

when one puts aside his or her wild desires.

Desires that not only darkens the colours of inspiration

but also seems to charm deceit and greed.


Giving another priority over oneself is a rare gift

which shows wealth in one’s character.

Just like a painter spotting an outstanding beauty in a simple being,

not afraid to replicate it.