The Artist
I watch him,The Artist,
as he concentrates
on each stroke of his brush
I stand behind him,
mesmerized
by how the picture comes together
one color at a time
Only when he's done
do i see the mirror
and the painting of the girl
watching him
The Artist...
Admiration in her smile...
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