An Artist's Brush
by Twisted Heart
Each stroke her weathered hand has made
Into the swirls of florid paint.
Lazy circles with the artist's brush
She dabs upon the empty canvas.
Simple colors of brown and green
With a blue sky, becomes a scene
Nestled in her thoughts so clear
She paints away the wasted years.
Within the depths of paint she finds
A threshold to forgotten times
A whirl of love, out of control
Transcending from her very soul.
A stroke of passion from her heart
Brings to life this piece of art
Upon the canvas, now she sees
A lovely spark of fantasy.
Each stroke her weathered hand has made
Into the swirls of florid paint.
Lazy circles with the artist's brush
She dabs upon the empty canvas.
Simple colors of brown and green
With a blue sky, becomes a scene
Nestled in her thoughts so clear
She paints away the wasted years.
Within the depths of paint she finds
A threshold to forgotten times
A whirl of love, out of control
Transcending from her very soul.
A stroke of passion from her heart
Brings to life this piece of art
Upon the canvas, now she sees
A lovely spark of fantasy.
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