The ArtistA Poem by vlhunterScribbleThe Artist starts with a canvas, so blank and so bleak. As he begins to stroke, the blank canvas finds colorful streaks. While other streaks are colorful, some find themselves quite bleak. They must be intermingled, to balance each and every streak. Color, whether bright or bleak, brings life to the canvas, and possibly to its very peak. The Artist brings a special touch, one that no other can bring. As if He breathes the breath of life giving the canvas its own wings. Magic is no where to be found, only love and a careful hand. They bring to life to dullest of eyes and give hope to the hopeless man. Let the Artist make you His canvas. His love and careful hand will give your streaks both colorful and dull - but streaks nonetheless.
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Added on July 17, 2015 Last Updated on August 6, 2015 AuthorvlhunterAboutI'm a writer with a day job who majored in English Literature during college. I love exploring my creative side while my job satisfies my analytical and numerical side. I'm currently trying to write a.. more..Writing
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