The Master-piece

 

Little fingers dance over a blank page

They itch and twitch then a line is made

Concentration is etched hard on your face

A tongue to the side and eyes flicking at a fast pace

But as the paper fills with graphite

It is plain that you are revealing your inner sight

For in the depths of your mind is a great beauty

Which you transform into reality

Soon what you have in front is a master-piece

And with your last stroke I see that strain cease

You appraise your work with a smile

Never realising that all the while

That all the creations you view

Will never be as beautiful as what I see in you

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Text: Danielle Bogler
Images: Danielle Bolger
Editing: Danielle Bolger
Publication Date: 02-04-2014

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