A canvas love story
The paintbrush found the empty meaning to the canvas heart
The Paintbrush was searching for answers in the palette,
All the colors were so beautiful!
Something was missing... But why?
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The room has a nice light,
Most colors are bright
And no big problems here, that's alright!
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The silence s peaceful,
His bristles are soft and strong!
But the Paintbrush is fearful
That today all of that is not enough.
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Looking around he couldn't see
That something is about to be
A new perspective, a new sight
That we can't ignore!
Life is more than we ever thought!
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Perception shifts,
Love is starting to sprout.
A blank paper meets the Paintbrush bristles,
And the magic begins as bits
Of color start to slide...
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We are one now,
The color fills the canvas soul.
Art is an emotional flow
That anyone can feel bellow
And new lives become inspired!
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The canvas says to the brush:
We create harmony, chaos, and lust.
But with that life, we are equal the most!
About the Creator
Sofia Duarte
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