Paintbrush Paints a Thousand Livesby April Ardis AndersonI feel the paintbrush Listlessly creeping across my fingers Caressing and embracing each wrinkle With soft anemone hairs, Tentacles emitting a poison Inflicting memories of each canvas The tiny wand has graced. Bristles continue gliding Past the lifeline and into my palm A wooly-beared slug Depositing a trail of slime Colorful And all too pleasing to the eye. Promptly The mighty tool of expression Obediently dips into multi-shaded emotion To conclude a masterpiece Of another soul. |
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