
With brush in hand and an itch to create
A willing desire to stand ‘til late
Imagination filled with a sense of fire
Scenes spring up within the mind’s eye
Hours to be lost into the nights
The finished image clearly in sight.
Now, though, the mission is yet to begin
So pay attention when the starting bell rings
As colours gloss over the white space before
Keep on track as the canvas is blank no more

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