A creative urge adds brilliance to my canvas
new brushes sweeping sweet abandon
Paint thick from nature's nuances
ready for a renaissance charcoal sketches
will grace my easel each daub of paint
creating colourful coalescing harmony
I shall hang my painting with pride
knowing whatever happens
artists will still practice their art
poets will forever compose their poems
and life goes on without you.
(c) Helen Crutchett
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