Blue, no red, let me fill this space
The brush, a mini mop,
Sweeps on my canvas tray
I dip my mini mop
In five-holed plate
And splash the canvas
With a grace
The picture comes live
Staring at me
I can hear it sing
Dance and breathe
The colors join hand
And make merry
Reds, and blues,
Grey and greens
All the colored moods
Intermingled
Into a design
Together they smile
On a newly framed face
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