As a writer, I express my feelings in words.
I wish I could do so in colors.
One day I take a brush and a canvas,
And I let my heart do the work.
I don’t think, I feel.
The brush brings color to the canvas,
And the color comes to life.
The canvas comes back to me with a story to tell.
It’s two-dimensional,
But it’s the start of a journey which I hope will take me
places,
One step at a time.
And now I look at a portrait of those whom I love,
And I can put my name on it – the artist.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page
34.
