ArtA Poem by Cre8nFrmWithnThe art we createThe canvas was dark and bare; I had no muse. Then white flowed across the backdrop, bringing company to
the uninviting. A stroke, a smudge I didn’t know such beauty could be prepared! You brought to my expanse a creation of three. Anticipation for the dream of such art- to behold the beauty of these… then to loose two; the forfeiture fetching excruciating
pain. As time dispatched I held to a final piece of the talent,
watched it develop and now… The work is complete, though morphing into a sculpture. Look what we’ve done! © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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