Brush Strokes

An exhale of relief when the brush hits the paper

How the paint flows about like the blood in my veins

Connected we are through things unseen

Tension release is now the pop art theme

But how much joy I can find through my aching wrists

When the pain turns silent with my mind now awake

Beauty can exude from the piece I create

And all that have seen do not understand

Now pleasurable am I for the thoughts which come out

A new painting hung on the wall 

And my smile comes out


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