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Solitude of the Canvas
My canvas lies in disarray,
Splashed with unfinished hues,
As if abandoned by fate,
A victim of forgotten dues.
The brush, once poised in my ha nd,
Now feels imprisoned, tight,
While the true artist, estranged,
Refuses to bring forth the light....
Splashed with unfinished hues,
As if abandoned by fate,
A victim of forgotten dues.
The brush, once poised in my ha nd,
Now feels imprisoned, tight,
While the true artist, estranged,
Refuses to bring forth the light....
