The White Canvas





             
             
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metaphoronomy
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A painter refuses to paint a white canvas exclaiming that its too pure.

The White Canvas

Seeping through the window, A beautiful yellow light Revealing a small room, With shades, dark and bright. Amongst the pretty sight, Stood a white canvas, In the middle of it all, All shapes and colors.

It waited to be touched, Get splashed with paint, To feel new and colorful Not ordinary and plain. But the artist denied, “I won’t” he said. It’s too beautiful to be touched, “Too pure!” he exclaimed.

Beauty lies in the ordinary Have the eye for it, Extraordinary it shall become However pale or bright. So stood the white canvas With pride, this time Complaining no more, Feeling adorned and white.

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