The Painter Poem by Lee McVicar
The Painter
A world exists beside our own,
Not many people see,
One full of colour, texture, light,
That most would not believe,
The only way to catch a glimpse,
Into this unknown land,
Is paint a picture from your heart,
Explore with painting hands,
So love the painter, show respect,
They're architects by trade,
Each should be held in high regard,
Beside the world they've made.
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