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Tuesday, July 4, 2017


Before the frame with brush in hand,
Expressions of my soul you demand!
O the secrets – is that my infinite plan?
I need to do this, and surely I can.
How do my hands paint such passion?
How does love bleed on this canvas?
But I have to paint with compassion –
A need that some say is sure madness!
Thoughts in my mind begin to form,
In my mind’s eye the beauty I capture,
Array of colors as a new life is born –
My heart and soul has been enraptured!
They say beauty comes from a disaster –
But it’s a passion that I’ll never master!

Epaphroditus© July 4, 2017

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