Brush Strokes
artistic strokes of a brush, mountians blue, a rivers rush
wind blown trees and daffadills, you paint the sky to meet the hill's
mixing colors gray and white, paint a cloud, reflect the light
a motionless child lost in time, artistic strokes all in your mind
reflect the earth and steal it's plunder
an eagle soars, a flash of thunder
a rolling wind blows threw the trees, a ship afar on the seas
you see the light and paint the sun,your brilliant work has just begun
you stroke the canvas with love and pride, now we know whats deep inside.
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