The painter

THE STILLNESS OF THE FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS THE ARTIST SITS
WITH BRUSHES AND PAINTS IN HAND,HE FIDGETS IN HIS CHAIR, HE STARTS TO PAINT WITH SWEEPING HANDS
EXCESSIVE STROKES TO HIS MASTER PIECE

WITH TREES IN THE DISTANCE THE BLUE SKIES ABOVE WITH SHADES OF LIGHT BLUE WITH DARKEND BLACK BLUE SKY
HE PAINTS, BUILDING UP HIS MASTER PIECE BIT BY BIT
SOFT FIELDS OF GREEN GREEN GRASS WITH HINTS OF YELLOW AND RED ROSES

THE INSECTS FLYING ABOVE THE RISING GRASS IN THE FOREGROUND HIS BOUNDRIES OF GREY AND SHINING WHITE STONE MARKING THE BOUNDRIES OF THE ARTIST TERRITORY THE MASTER WORKS HIS PIECE OF ART FROM WHICH HE CREATES ILLUSION FACT AND FICTION DRAWING HIS FOLLOWERS INTO HIS ART HIS DOMAIN

THE STONE WALLS MARKS HIS DOMAIN WHATS BEYOND HE CANT SEE FICTION HE MUST PAINT FOR THE ARTIST CAN NOT SEE, ILLUSUION HE CREATES FOR HIS MASTER PIECE, HE PAINTS WITH SUCH DELIGHT FULL COLOURS WITH BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREES BREAKING THE SILENCE ALL AROUND

THE PEACEFULLNESS OF THE LAND SCAPE THE SMALL HOUSES EMBEDDED INTO THE HILLS BEYOND FOR THEY ARE TINY SPECS DELIGHT FULL TO THE VIEWING EYES CAPTVATING ITS VIEWERS FOR ALL TO SEE
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Posted: Sep 2011

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country_lady67
mmmm Peaked my interest I cant wait.... bouquet
Redex
MMM now you have made waitingcheers
Poetnumber1
Interesting writewine
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