Let your canvas starts now.
Retrieve your might to create.
Privy thought at first
be not secluded but break free.
Let your soul begin the stroke;
delighted with its own intoxication.
Manipulate your wit from creating;
A piece that initiated holistically.
Paint not the sorrow.
Paint not the query.
Start the justice not fancy.
Create fidelity inside me.
Paint me with passion
Passion chastised by blood.
Let your hand mold me.
For the master piece will be me.
A contest entry
- Click 2. by perfectsunset.
700 points, ended May 13, 24 entries
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Comments
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This was beautiful.
I liked the last stanza
especially.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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