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Flick, Flick, Flick


With the flick of a brush, 

a world is instantly painted onto the blank canvas 

Eyes, eyes, eyes looking onto the the painting 

One set of blue eyes sees anger, pain, and frustration 

One set of brown eyes sees passion, love, and care 

The strokes of red fill the canvas while the strokes of 

pink scatter throughout with hints of orange peeping throughout 

Paintings transform into words 

Words into stories 

The brushes of red, pink, and orange tell a story 

 

Stories power our lives in the way electricity powers a lightbulb 

They help us see the good, bad, and ugly of life 

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