The Other-Side of Art
Beautiful master piece,
radiates pure talent.
The hunger in my soul is a
foolish pride.
The stroke of the brush, as
if my life source, is the force
behind my gift.
The subject perfect this time as always,
"Hidden pain" why doesn't God answer my
questions straight out?
It will hang in that big Gallery, in that big city,
I'll hang around until I can get back from the other-side
of Art.
Copyright © Tod Gaines | Year Posted 2009
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