There is a painter

Was born in the first day of the last month in 96.

She left a home to make many homes.

Her job is to draw

Draw an autobiography picture.

She is  poor .

She lives by getting brushes from people.

She used to have home but now everywhere is her home.

She used to have friends but now everyone is her teacher.

and She is rich.

Her food is knowledge.

Her drink is experience.

Her possession are full with lessons.

People pass

People smile

People cry

People lie

People teach her.

Each person has their own skills.

Some show her how to paint

How to make things different

With two kind of colors:

Color pink, color blue.

Some show her how to draw

How to make things special

With two kind of borders:

Dark border, light border.

Some show her how to shade

How to make things extraordinary

With two kind of technique:

Blurry shade, Cleary shade.

Many things happen.

Many things appear.

Fears and tears may get her once

But not all.

Happy and lucky may come to her once

But not forever.

She fights with her own weapons:

Determinate brush, passionate color and unchangeable paper.

The poem is about to end

But the picture will never end

The painter continues her job

An adventure with nothing but drawing

Drawing an endless picture.