The Young Painter – Poet in his small workshop,
When he painting, poems he wrote.
These eyes not saw that these hands created,
Because in his mind the words assembled.

The Young Painter – Poet in his small workshop,
Picked up a sheet that was lying near of foot,
These feelings came to jostle
Tears streamed from the fevered eyes,
When he had finished the poem he wrote.

The Young Painter – Poet in his small workshop,
Sitting on a stool, the hazy look,
Contemplating his canvas he thought unfinished
He realized the heart to squeezed
That it was the poem he has painted.

By Faten Faten Gharbi ( Translate of : Le Jeune Peintre – Poète)

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