The painter looks
at his canvass
In his studio he
ponders in his head
What is he going to
paint on it?
There are so many
things going in his mind
There are many
tales to capture
The painter
whistles with the sound
Blowing cold air in
the studio
He holds his brush
rolling in his fingers
He listens to the
song “I am a preacher man”
He can’t get his
subjects right in his mind
He looks at this
canvass thinking what to proceed
Of so many tales
and so many lies
He draws two
circles
He can’t find his
strokes
He feels he has too
many in his head
He sits on his
chair and stares at the canvass
He listens to
“Whiter shade of pale”
Letting himself
floating away
Forget about his
canvass and his painting
“I am a preacher
man” he smiles
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