the painter

in away 

painting is like dancing

the brush the canvas

like feet on the floor


moving with such grace

and caressing eachother

like music in the ears

they work like cogs in a clock

reds and blues mix 

and a new color is born

purple is freely flying on the canvas

complimenting each spot of orange


yellow inturupts 

but not in a rude way

yellow is a friend that says "hey we must all work together to please the eyes."


so in a way dancing is like painting

for they all work hard to please the eyes

of the viewers.

The End

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