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With each brush  s t r o k e  I sigh with pride,
         for on my canvas, I have nothing to hide-
A silhouette of a man who loves me so, 
   embracing all possibilities I hold inside. 
It’s the contour of life, it’s the  f l o w,
               I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can’t let go. 

          I pour all my instincts and paint with passion,
so that each masterpiece speaks of compassion-
                 Fabricating a perfect picture with zeal, 
I lose all my inhibitions and my ration.
I just can’t explain how I internally feel-
     Oh, this  c o m p l e t e n e s s  is so tenderly real. 

A graceful outline of my daughter so pure, 
             or a painting of all the pain I’ve had to endure-
Hues of colors creating a  k a l e i d o s c o p e, 
    shades of a rainbow that brings allure.
I cast all my cares and hold onto my hope,
         so that in my anguish I may learn to  c o p e. 

Infatuated with landscapes and illustrations, 
         maybe of this God-given miraculous creation-
Scenery of mountains and a  s u n s e t  in the sky,
                  brings me such a satisfying sensation.
I feel as if I can  s o a r  like an eagle and fly, 
       as I whisper all my anxiety goodbye. 

         When my hand’s technique knows its part, 
I can say I’ve  p a i n t e d  from the heart,
              and with each proficient artwork I originate, 
I know that with my pigments I cannot part. 
It must be my destiny, my born fate-
                                           I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can create.


Meraki
Silent One
November 30, 2017

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