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Blank Canvas
It's attitude was neutral
Neither here, nor there
Just a bare canvas
That stands without care
A vast space vibrating
It waits without rush
Filled with anticipation
For the stroke of a brush
Allowing anything
The artist desires
Till the picture appears
For all to admire
Thursday 17th October 2019 12:31 pm
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