The canvas
The paint
Would have you lost for hours
Several brushes is
Wet and ready
Deep motion
Leaving running
Lines of pain
Still looking for happiness
Over the hill
Using each color to explain
Needing the light to be just right
On the bowl of fruit
On me
Can't hide anything
Even though I can
Create a shadow
Clouds full of rain
Waiting for a rainbow to form
In your heart
That's
Art
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Waiting is half the journey in art. Whether the right shadow in painting, the right emotion in poetry, or the right thought for a novel waiting is part of the sport. And the waiting for a response from someone that sees it? Lovely write
Thank you so much
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