His CanvasA Poem by ChelseaHis canvas, empty. Filled day by day. Seven days, your work complete!His Canvas God’s canvas, empty Creating scenery. Detail by detail. All perfection. Slippery slopes, shimmering bodies of waters. You create land. You fling the moon and sun into your skies; creating light Splatter painting he does; spilling shiny stars Darkened clouds painted about; fluffy white ones to go with. Blowing to dry your painting. You breathe life. You sweep the paintbrush across; animals following your lead You work each face; feature by feature. A masterpiece each one of us are. Satisfaction, you achieve. Your dear painting.
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34 Reviews Added on December 20, 2010 Last Updated on December 20, 2010 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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