Dances Poem by Anon Anon

Dances



Paint dances on canvas,
As it is poured---as it drizzles.

Creating a formation.
Man, it tickles.

Artistry---so much
Beauty in choreography.

As it's drips, drips, drips,
Onto canvas, paint dances.

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