Again someone else wrote...
What is it that yearns
in an artist's soul?
To see beauty
on canvas unfold,
To capture dreams
that were untold,
And share with the world
treasures of gold.
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My mind wanders....the tears prick my hot cheeks...the paper crumbles....the light wanes....I am all alone....and I ramble on....
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