Canvas

The day is right to create.

To begin, one mst tear away at the protective plastic.

Unwrapped.

New.

Screaming to be used.

Possibilities unlimited.

Lines drawn to captivate the veiwer.

With markers, brushes and paint; the work comes to life.

Where the artist brings you to their world.

Frameded on the walls of your heart, as well as in a building

You are left with a need to change.

Change

   Your Thoughts

    Your Actions

    Your Community

All by what was placed on canvas

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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