I am the painter and creator
I wonder how many things I will make
I hear the quiet strokes of a brush
I see the work of art come to life
I want the many colors of my pallet to work as one
I am the painter and creator
I pretend to gracefully make a creation
I feel the paint that works its magic
I touch the canvas that is the first stone of a castle
I worry the magnum opus will die of lack of interest
I cry the splashes of water that clean the brush with ease
I am the painter and creator
I understand the freeness of a painter’s hand
I say it takes time to develop a masterpiece
I dream the creator will forever be free
I try to let my emotions show through
I hope the creativity will never wane
I am the painter and creator
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice great write.