Upon the canvas
Flows an array of color
I gaze with utter passion
Bloated with intricacies
Worked in a precise fashion
The piece is alive
His brush bleeds, as it glides
The colors breathe and dance
Sovereign Perfection
I cannot break my glance
The Work is unfinished
Hurry, fill in the hideous blank!
Do Not PANIC!! Stay Calm,
Your Canvas, but not your picture
The Brush is in the Creator’s Palm
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