This blank sheet of paper,
So hollow and empty...
So bare, so naked,
Longing to be filled.
My hand begins its work,
Drawing what my mind sees.
Slowly the art takes form,
Slowly it becomes something mistic; something pretty.
The paper is no longer bare,
It's now dressed in vibrant colors.
A picture only my hand could produce,
A picture only my mind could see.
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^_^ I love drawing!!! Hehe.
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