The Artist

breathless
light of illumination
with blank canvas
he begins to create
a myraids of fixed visions
angelic fervor of exploration
a brush stroke with colors
red, yellow & green
at the top of the canvas
a yellow stream
vast radiant emotions expressed
mark the time he is willing to create
lines being formed in groups
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
again with a brush stroke
the canvas explodes with energy
beautiful interludes within
color permeates visually gathered
the artist in deep humiliation
rests then looks upon his masterpiece
Adoration jubilation throughout his vast domain

This poem is about: 
My community

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