cliffordwayneduncan
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Picture so perfects one that’s so clear.
Patterns of emotions as the canvass appears.
As the art within his eyes with every brush it comes alive.
Forming colors side by side, in this world one cannot hide.
As its beauty tries to reveal, the soul of one and how he feels
As with time it takes a toll, the color fads as it get old.
Thru all this years, it did its best Set a side, as it’s fatal test.
Picture so perfect one that so clear, without its wall
Is every painters fear.
By. Clifford Wayne Duncan
Patterns of emotions as the canvass appears.
As the art within his eyes with every brush it comes alive.
Forming colors side by side, in this world one cannot hide.
As its beauty tries to reveal, the soul of one and how he feels
As with time it takes a toll, the color fads as it get old.
Thru all this years, it did its best Set a side, as it’s fatal test.
Picture so perfect one that so clear, without its wall
Is every painters fear.
By. Clifford Wayne Duncan
