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Over the ocean in a far away land,
My lover sits with a steady hand.
Splashing lashings of acrylic paint;
Upon a surface with no restraint.
He smudges, swirls and smears it in,
Traditional art with a brand new spin.
To share his culture to the world,
Paintings, sculptures he has hurled.
They see it, they want it, they love what they see,
A master of Masters, naturally.
T'is his craft where he exceeds,
Sharing such expertise.

I long for him and love him much
Though can't compete with work and brush!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 10/16/2019 11:54:00 AM
Lo, Paris, Ever so grand verse designs you're a special person... with ever so special rhymes...Write on. Blessings James
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Date: 9/25/2019 11:03:00 PM
Being a good artist is a rare gift, I have a son who never ceases to amaze me, thank you for sharing, I enjoyed your poem.
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