Perfect Pictures Poem by Frederick Stadler
Perfect Pictures
Painting perfect pictures plain.
Reflecting real remnants remain.
Colour added, now it's good.
Silhouettes sundance as shimmer should.
Dotting details down as due.
Lots of likewise lime-green hue.
A forest of trees seen by a path;
Hands add hills the image hath.
Onto mountains climbing high.
Jotted lake wakes with the tide.
Creating art can be much fun,
Paint and paint until it's done.
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