ArtistA Poem by KyArtistry comes in all formsI stand before a blank canvas Questioning myself As what to draw I move my brush Yet no lines or colour Spill on to the page Yet here i sit Putting words to paper Like splashes of colour From my brush My art form is not Of brush and canvas But pen and paper Creating images Not for the eyes But for the mind
© 2012 KyReviews
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