SONG OF THE PAINTER
(Dedicated to ...)
My mind swims in the endless sea
Of myriad shapes and colours
A mysterious force guides my hand
To create light, shade and contours.
The whole universe beckons to me
Its pulse I feel, its beauties I see
I let my fancies roam wild and free
I touch the edge of eternity.
Every stroke of my brush
Vibrates like a string of my heart
I leap into a kaleidoscopic world-
The Acadian garden of art.
In every shape and colour
An echo of music do I hear
The painter is an orchestrator
Of beauty that is ever sweet and dear.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
SONG OF THE PAINTER
(Dedicated to ...)
My mind swims in the endless sea
Of myriad shapes and colours
A mysterious force guides my hand
To create light, shade and contours.
The whole universe beckons to me
Its pulse I feel, its beauties I see
I let my fancies roam wild and free
I touch the edge of eternity.
Every stroke of my brush
Vibrates like a string of my heart
I leap into a kaleidoscopic world-
The Acadian garden of art.
In every shape and colour
An echo of music do I hear
The painter is an orchestrator
Of beauty that is ever sweet and dear.
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