Artistic Birth

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Nature nurtures my imagination,

It plants seeds of inspiration,

I regress into my fantasy

.Where my ideas roam and frolic.

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My pen, my brush, we have such romance,

But what comes out onto paper,

Doesn't always meet what I had in mind

Right at the beginning.

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Creation is a struggling process,

Many ideas or drawings are aborted,

So many crumpled paper bodies,

Do not cry; the idea will come to life.

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Perspective helps sometimes,

The outsider looking in,

Recommending different things,

Try another media perhaps?

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Pure joy after so much pain,

The final idea is realised,

I frame my beautiful artwork

Alongside its brothers and sisters

Upon the wall.