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"The painter stood before the canvas." With each dab of paint from passionate fingers With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres And bright greens and reds and gentle yellows A master's masterpiece unfolds and mellows. 3. . . Sky blues and lavenders swirl into a tornado Oranges and greens form a lush glow Passion flows freely in an artist's heart Stroke by stroke and part by part. 2. . . Dark navy paint now in one hand As the painter creates a dark dusk decorated band Twilight shadows move like bolts of lightning Across the canvas ever so frightening. 1. . . Slitted eyes now turning a much darker brown Mouth set in a tight unmoving frown Hands moving sharply, decidedly, dangerously fast Spreading darkness on the sunrise painted on canvas. Snap.