with a sure hand he made unhesitating
strokes, his brush casting bold, resolute
colors in acrylic. and i knew at once
that i would give anything this world had
to offer just to find my place on his canvas
amid such verdant shades of certainty.
Oh, I know that feeling. And that desire.
August 12, 2012 at 12:11 PM
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