Life, Art

Posted on the 28 November 2015 by Rarasaur @rarasaur

He paints with slow, deep,
dark strokes reflecting
his disposition.

Hovering over his
work of priceless art.
Brushing in its life.

His work has rhythm.
A slow, drumming strut.
Fifteen syllables.

I count them, watching,
as his hands create
true sincerity.

The lines swell and curve.
He breathes in deeply.
His art breathes in him.

I breathe in his art.
One, two, three, four, five.
Fifteen syllables.

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