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By: Rm8sal~.

The embryo of ideas- stirs within-
I know not comfort of decision,
I collect my tools and dreams-turn
to face the virgin space.
.
The agony begins—it rests
upon me now,
will it be somber hues
in monochromatic scheme
.
or colors of the rainbow
that carry thru the scene or
a view of happy colors
of meadows lush with green-
.
a scrap of driftwood drab
washed in from the shore or
smiling sky with clouds afloat
that fills the heart with joy?
.
The canvas stares back waiting..
I hover colors all- and leave
the fate of a finished work
to the moment-of the call.
.

Madeline Salvaggio