perhaps
My mother was spoiled child
I wayward
I hope
Every moment
As beautiful as crayons
I hope
The white paper in love can draw
Draw clumsy freedom
Draw a never
Tears in eyes
Sky
A sky plumage and leaves
A green night and apples
I want to paint in the morning
Under the picture
Can see the smile
Under the picture all the young
No pain of love
She hadn't seen clouds
Her eyes are clear color
She looked at me forever
Forever, watching
Never suddenly fell away
I want to paint distant scenery
Under the picture of the horizon and the water is clear
Painted many happy river
Under the picture
Lightly covered with fluff
I let them get very close
Let them fall in love
Let each one
Each a silent spring throb
Have become a little birthday
I also want to paint in the future
I haven't seen her, it is impossible
But know that she is very beautiful
I painted her coat of autumn
Under the burning candle painting and maple leaf
Painted many because love her
And out of the heart
Under the picture
Draw a woke up early
The glass wrappers above
And the fairy tales illustrations
I am a wilful child
I want to wipe away all the unfortunate
I think in the earth
Painted with Windows
Let all habits dark eyes
All light
I want to paint surface
Draw a frame under a higher than the mountains
Draw down the Orient
Under the picture
A voice of limitless
Finally, in the paper Angle
I also want to paint
Draw a koala
He sat on the dark jungle in Victoria
Sit quietly branches
Become speechless
He had no home
No one in the distance
He only, many
The same dream. Berries
And a big, big eyes
I hope
think
But I wonder why
I didn't receive crayons
Don't get a color moment
I only have me
My fingers and trauma
Only the pieces
Love her
Let them go looking for a butterfly
Let them vanish from today
I was a child
A mother is spoiled child fantasies
I wayward