The Painting

daisiesnfld: The Painting
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The painting wet on canvas
Told a story of the hands
That gripped the brush in agony
While following its command
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Without control of the hold
Of the mystery of its power
The painter had relinquished
The right of painting privilege now
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Colors dark and somber lay
In painful splatters for the eye
Exposed and gray with sorrow
Wet drops as tears that were cried
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No sunshine bright and yellow
Of the rainbow's comfort hues
Nor heartfelt pink of loving life
Or the heavenly shades of blue
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Shocked from his stunned reverie
The painter shook free his hand
And called on all the angels
To bid the canvas his command
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The canvas then wiped clean as new
Soft vibrant colors sprang on the brush
With tear drops dried, sorrow left
And agony was crushed
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