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My brush

My canvas

My heart, my soul

My muse is a beauty

Widely known

She sits on the chair

Her beauty radiates

It glows

My paint brush takes its first stroke

The red, the yellow

Blends with pride

My masterpiece will get a life

My subject sits like a statue I own

My art’s life will give me a place on the throne

When I swipe and stroke

My canvas glows

I’m full of glee

I’m soon to be world known

My subject sits quiet again

But my masterpiece is not so vain

It’s beautiful

It looks alive

My art shall live a beautiful life