The Painter's Brush

His eyes became wet,

By observing the painting,

The art gallery,

Looked like heaven to him,

There are strangers,

Who made the way,

To grab the painting,

He took the sword,

And cut off their figures,

He poured oil on the people,

And burnt them,

To save the painting,

That painting,

Painting of an old man,

Who is practicing painting,

Is nothing but his previous life,

He traveled in time,

To take care of the painting,

Which has a magic brush,

That brings all of his works,

To life,

With this brush,

He wanted to create a new world,

Where no humans exist.