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14.

the forgotten paintings

stored in a museum room,

revealed their stories today

in my sunny living room.

I am writing a novel

where its characters are alive,

and visit me

whenever I feel lonely;

they live in a city,

where most of the people

are painters,

painting their world

in pastel colors,

and living a life

filled with melancholy,

where anyone can see

their history

through

the paintings of the past.