Art Teacher
Your brushes tread across the paper
lightly, swiftly
Inspiration in the air.
The angels whisper
"What do you see?"
"What do you feel?"
The image is a reflection.
A moment.
A thought.
You find my hidden emotions
I display them
openly, blatently
on paper.
You understand me.
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