Artist
Through the window
All that could be seen
Is in obsucerity
Her hand parting away the mist
Strongly drivin
By wishful fulfilment
In the pursuit of color perfection
Her creative mind never rest
In expressive creativity
In its best
Perement memories
Are being made
Some people wonder
Some people ask
What motivates her
To the task
The attraction is
To be the best.
From the strength
Within
Her love for art is strong
A driving force in the chore
Giving us to see a little more.
There is nothing
She cannot conquer
Even paints inside
A vacant mind
With colors and hues
Peaceful views.
poem by Howard Johnson
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