Dipping paintbrush in jars filled of various colours
i try to publish what i write
an unpolished saphire that isn’t ready to be added
i keep putting words down on pages hopeing
masterpeices are born are hammered out when I
final touches on a pinting depicting a meadow where a woman is faceing away
wearing a cream colour gown while the countless flowers shine unashamed
am editting mispelled words made when typeing out too quickly
the painter who left his gem to be ready adding to a neclace of rubies
each time I lett it out in to the world i am on display
what i think is loveingly placed what i feel is expressed to the best of my ability
Do you see what i wlite or am i wasteing my time
upon a craft that takes countless years to Perfect
Written by Muniza Master
