in this wooden plain house
where smell of paint and water
accompanied by hydrangea
pricking visitor’s nose
entangled in his hand
is a wooden mahogany stick
complete with astounding golden bristle
his eternal regalia
moving compassionately
on the plain white paper
an extraordinary masterpiece will appear
with amazing grace
unpracticed eyes
will be enchanted
but practiced eyes
will understand
the soul of a painting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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