Merely a fingerprintA Poem by willwebShe touched the canvas and her fingerprint, though smeared brought peace within the frame serenity dripped, forming colours, exotic and inspiring, bringing life to this scene, breath to the sky with an eye the world dances as an easel holds on tight not wanting to relinquish the masterpiece it now grips artistic whispers, pastels and brushstroke glances, blown kisses on hummingbird wings, alluring the effects of one’s hand merely a fingerprint, the softest touch and beauty is known, the canvas becomes her… I am the easel © 2021 willwebReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 23, 2021 Last Updated on March 23, 2021 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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