Stressed – A Poem

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Masterful strokes across canvas

 spread paint like children painting

walls with mud. Huts appear near

a lake, with soft trees illustrated by a

voice as soft as wet sand curling

between stressed toes. Jamming on

tranquility, we rinse the brush and

whack it a few times before moving

quiet clouds into position, but can

the painter finish the work or will they fail

to produce on a lazy

afternoon. 

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