Beauty of the Brush


Oh when my fingers soar through the sky
The colors on the canvas jumps into existence

The inspired mind passes by

And the paints create a coexistence

Painters desire to trap the world

And for the beauty to be captured

When the paints are finally swirled

The viewers are quiet and enraptured

The beauty isn't in the talent

It's the adrenaline of creativity

It is what creates the gallant

Painters to find the motivity

To fabricate the art

You must find the feeling in your heart.

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