What started as a single brush stroke on a blank canvas turned into a whirl of colors.
There were no images, just and onslaught of colors being added at a whim.
Each stroke brought happiness closer and the heart lightened. This was evident in the choice for brighter colors.
The brush whisked along with a lighter touch and a flick of joy at the end.
Troubles and toil melted away.
All that stood was the canvas and the thousands of brush strokes that wiped our soul clean. No image, just a creation of happiness.
Steve Curtis
Beautiful read! Glad i came across your blog 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by today! Good poem!
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It was so well written
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Damn I needed this right now. Lovely.
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Continue the good work!
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This is BEAUTIFUL!
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