Life On Canvas
Each line has a life
As it glides across canvas,
Creating a world
Of its own.
Every stroke of the brush
An extension of soul,
As the artist selects
The next tone.
The blending of colors,
The depth of the shade.
Shadows suggest
The unknown.
There is softness and texture,
Warmth to be felt.
A heart that should not
Be alone.
It's a child that reaches
For love and affection,
Crawling until
It can stand.
Constantly changing
From its conception,
Until the last stroke
Of the hand.
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