On that canvas she paints,
paintings of a thousand souls,
one canvas,
the painting gets even more mesmerising with each stroke.
Paints, blended colours,
she and her canvas,
they're lovers.
She paints in the sunshine and rain,
she paints remorse,
vain, glee and shame,
her paintings can't be limited,
nor can her soul.
Paint all day long,
your painting's your song.
Picture from the net - ( : www.oilpaintingshop.com/
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