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The Painting


 Truly today the colors unwind,

because yesturday only the strokes of

a deliberate lead  adjusted the surface,

and tommorow the light and talent of a painter is born

 

The fight and the struggle 

the anger and the hussle

the smooth stroke and the rough texture

it comes close to its final fixture

 

Finally after every mix 

and everyh other small fix

theh painting had been finished 

for truly it deserves to be cherished 

for it is a true master peice e

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