the brush strokes cover the canvas of my life, the master painter - TopicsExpress



          

the brush strokes cover the canvas of my life, the master painter slowly fills the form. each stroke, each added piece, a part of the story to be told. unfinished, yet forming, the pictures seen unclear, unknown, but to him, will it show beauty, or ugliness, this yet is to unfold. the picture forming, is my life, my deeds are shown upon the canvas, colours both dark and light are there, yet the form remains unclear. will it be of the beauty of nature, or perhaps some angelic scene, or will it be of hell and despair, i feel the coldness of fear. master, master, please continue, do not finish with the next stroke, for i am not as should be shown, i must be seen as good. yet on the strokes continue, as time goes by, will my picture be loved, or will i be doomed, as then i should.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 20:30:46 +0000

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