A canvas begins with emptiness
The kind that leads to wave of inspirations
The surface may not be that smooth
But that roughness what makes it a canvas
The paintbrush does not bother
Because of every stroke of desire
Depicts a world of delight
From Sketches of monochromic lines
To indulgence of enticing hues
Both leads to an art lasting forever
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