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The Canvas
I stood at a distance this morning
And looked at the canvas you are painting
The images , the colors, the shading,
Explosive they are, full of life , fresh,
Still wet from the strokes of your brush
Waiting for them to dry
To leave a permanent portrait
Of your hopes and dreams
The picture, as it unfolds
Is You and Me, hand in hand
Walking in this journey of life
Am I your greatest Masterpiece?
And looked at the canvas you are painting
The images , the colors, the shading,
Explosive they are, full of life , fresh,
Still wet from the strokes of your brush
Waiting for them to dry
To leave a permanent portrait
Of your hopes and dreams
The picture, as it unfolds
Is You and Me, hand in hand
Walking in this journey of life
Am I your greatest Masterpiece?
Published 27th Apr 2019
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27th Apr 2019 2:08pm
Such a beautiful creative piece that is full of intent, and a longing question; posed for the gorgeous artist.
There’s nothing quite like the smell of paint; freshly coloured hues upon canvas.
Just, lovely... well done !
There’s nothing quite like the smell of paint; freshly coloured hues upon canvas.
Just, lovely... well done !
27th Apr 2019 10:39pm
Much appreciated.
I read your work often.
It means so much to receive encouragement from one so talented.
thank you
I read your work often.
It means so much to receive encouragement from one so talented.
thank you
