True Art
Within the mind of the artist
Lies the image not yet created
For others to see, yet it’s seen
By the mind’s eye of the creator
It’s already a work of art, untouched
By hands, but already molded
By the heart and soul and mind
As the image comes to life for
The many viewers, it becomes
Under further scrutiny of the
Artist who can destroy it
Completely on a whim
We pray perfection upon
Completion and not the trials
Of duplicating efforts, else
It shall be destroyed
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