The Artist
As I take a blank piece of surface
Everyone's eyes widen in awe waiting,
Waiting to see what wonders I will
Welcme onto ts surface. While I place
A stick like object in my grasp everyone
Gasps. I dipped the object in a liquid hue
And began. Line after line, color after
Color, stroke after stroke. What once
Used to be a blank piece of surface is
Now life beginning to grow. As the image
Progresses the others; DaVici, Picasso,
Van Gogh, envy all its curves and all its
Edges. As I kept the progression I
Commenced to hear sniffles and sobs.
After I finished the progressio I leisurely
Took a step back to behlold the wonders I
Wecomed onto its once dull surface.
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