Bliss At Last
Delighted with my own art
It is in every single room
Saturating the walls
Proving my genius
Laughing at me
Taunting me
Proof I am
Probably out of my mind
Caring not, I pick up
A paintbrush and lose
Myself in the beauty
of the craft.
Bliss at last.
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