painting with whips

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I am an artist of the flesh
My brushes are My whips
my pencils are My blades
My theme is her passion
I work My magic through trust
bringing landscapes alive
submerging my canvas
in colors as hot as wax
and cold as cubes of ice
she is the pallet
from which I draw inspiration
her hills and valleys
they cry for the colors of autumn
to be shaded the reds and pinks
to feel the warmth of My light
to be the willing canvas
on which I work My magic art

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