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My Home Walls Are My Drawing Sheet

My home walls are my drawing sheet,

Where colours dance and dreams do meet.

I show my art to every wall,
Some big and bright, some quite small.

With crayons, pencils, paints so sweet,
My little hands make magic beat.

If I ever don’t find my colours near,

My eyes will fill with a crying tear.
One day they brought a crayon box,

It felt like treasure with secret locks.
I opened it up with a happy cheer,

A rainbow world was waiting there!

While all were snoring fast asleep,
I drew my wishes strong and deep.

Was it a dream, or was it true?

My walls were skies of red and blue.
Real or dream, I’ll always treat,

My home walls as my drawing sheet.

VRAJ VORA
GRADE 5
SPCG (DESAI) ENGLISH SCHOOL
JETPUR

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