The Artist

February 22, 2010
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The brush slid across the canvas
Gliding, dipping, soaring,
Creating a mirage of colors and spectacles.
He froze
His face contorted with thought,
Just a moment of hesitancy
Until inspiration struck,
Emanating a smile from the boy.
And soon the canvas was filled
With man’s natural and beautiful creativity
A perfect perspective,
In an imperfect world.

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