Hand of Art
When awoken
weave through the brush
Run and run
with eyes glued and
feet sturdy
As you discover your canvas
seize and embrace
Grasp your fists
holding your ability
as you grasp, grasp so tight
Swipe your brush
spreading vibrance
As the colors becomes
harmonious
Soul is present
Now your art
is only yours
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