When a Painting was Born...
A weary paint brush,
Within a dexterous hand,
Flew up in the air,
As a painting was born.
Walking on air they climbed,
The state of victory,
As this was that beautiful dawn,
When the outcome of their master's imagination,
A painting was born.
The canvas which was once,
Like a firmanent, ...
Within a dexterous hand,
Flew up in the air,
As a painting was born.
Walking on air they climbed,
The state of victory,
As this was that beautiful dawn,
When the outcome of their master's imagination,
A painting was born.
The canvas which was once,
Like a firmanent, ...