That blank canvas
sprawled out calmly,
lightly beneath me
felt the air's seductive tinge.
That sensuous rhythm
at which materials intertwine
Oh, it's waiting to get plastered
with only the finest paint of ecstasy.
Author notes
I don't know where this came from...but it did.
Comments
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Terrific poem
This was good -
well writen
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