The Painter: A Poem
The painter sees with her mind,
And feels with gentle brushstrokes,
To create images of feeling,
That evoke a response,
From businessmen and homeless men alike,
Like a smile, art is a universal language,
We discover with our eyes,
As colors form objects, people, or emotions,
And come alive without words or sound.
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