Brush Strokes

Poem By meghan foubare

using paint and water,
one simple sweep of your textured brush!
spreads color around the canvis to create a new adventure,
mixes all your emotions into one!
Takes all anger and makes it into a beautiful expression!
As it dries it becomes a textuered mixed emption into a beautiful piece of art!

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