Artist

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Mar 10, 2022 

Artist.
Artist’s
touch.
Countless
palettes,
hung
in the
void.
Works
of art
by design.
Many
styles.
Many
looks.
Some with
raging
fires.
Others with
babbling
brooks.
All
in between.
Unlimited
variations.
Variations
on a
theme.
All hung
in the
showroom.
Each a
conception,
a work
of art.
Evolving.
Artist
retouch.
Infinite
showrooms
to ponder.
Creation’s
works of
art.

 

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