The Artist
Oil flows through the brush of the master to the canvas
Pleasing to the eye
Skill of painting the visual escapes me
A pen is my brush
The parchment my canvas
My portraits portrayed in the mind's eye
Enabling all senses if you so allow

By bendy

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