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MY CANVAS:
In the beginning, pictures always had meaning. Remember the ending:,All "ways" stood on the path.
Locked in my ways, Righteousness, Truth, All Energies Before my STROKE, not a Clue.
My hand is by my side, Motionless, Still, The Stroke gave me a Canvas, Really, Speak My Truth, The Hues, The Blues, Roses and Purples, So Regal.
The one Brutally and yet Beautiful Stroke open my eyes and Reintroduce myself to Myself.
© @Qa'id Muhammad
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