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| Your Canvas The blank canvas is at the mercy of the artist. What it must be like, to be completely blank and anxiously await a creative touch. To delight in all the possibilities. Expression scented by the soul. Casting pigments upon the surface, as words to be seen. Creating reflections and revealing growth. Cradling images in hues of color. Soaking in the textures of the mind, one stroke at a time. The glistening of fragments, turning to shapes infused with passion. Energy now frozen to a solid world, colorful internal verse spoken. Exposing emotions and shifting moods, now shared in the open. I wish I could be your canvas |
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| ~ Midnight Moon |