She sketches the outline
Them darkens the pencils
Adding traces of fine shade
Time passes and her skill shows
As the picture begins to form
To stand out for the viewer to see
Each drawing is with loving care
They are like children to her
Nutured and made with love
Fairies dance with radiant colour
You can almost feel their smiles
The art glows as if it is alive
There is magic on that paper
That comes alive when you look
The perfection of a true artist
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 8:48 PM UTC
She sketches the outline
Them darkens the pencils
Adding traces of fine shade
Time passes and her skill shows
As the picture begins to form
To stand out for the viewer to see
Each drawing is with loving care
They are like children to her
Nutured and made with love
Fairies dance with radiant colour
You can almost feel their smiles
The art glows as if it is alive
There is magic on that paper
That comes alive when you look
The perfection of a true artist
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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