With brush in hand
I stroke gently across the canvas
searching for the beauty I feel within
Trying to capture the essence of your beauty
but I feel inadequate to do you justice
but I continue painting
After a few moments
I can see your beauty as it
transforms from my mind
I can almost reach out and touch you
I can feel your heartbeat with mine
you come alive
you are my creation
the essence of my mind...
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Author:
Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2021 20:02
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Comments2
Beautiful artistic words Ron.
Andy
thank you andy
a good read, contemplative in tone with a wonderful flow..
what would a creator be without a muse for inspiration
even if that muse was created from hopeless desperation
what matters most
is the legacy of wonderful work
it inspired to be created..
thank you for this insightful review
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