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God’s artists

Their hands golden; fiercely strong,
Yet so delicate as to caress a song.
Eyes of the world whisper a melody
See them dance along the moaning sea.

Music of no instrument embrace you in its blanket
Until your soul screams and beasts its breast
The artist smile a shining rainbow
And the dance continues to blossom in its fierce flow.

The artist bends over and sings a sigh
As he lifts up the weeping brush high into the sky
He draws a breathtaking sunset
And laughs pure gold to make a heart of scarlet red.

Life grows and the sunset comes to the world
Make water unite and burn the saddened cold
As the artist lifts up his creaking suitcase
He dances and knows he cannot paint the smile on your face.

He glides into the light
O! Dance a furious rhythm white
Paint the rain; paint the snow
And sing the wind on top of a solitary rainbow.

Note: We are all artists.

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