Journey Through Colors

Journey Through Colors
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I tried it the first time
It looked a disaster 
It looked like crime
I think I need a master


Rather than me turn and toss
While my hands would shakes
I look up a man named Bob Ross
Now, I make no mistakes


I used the colors like water
Running from the pages
Colors becoming hotter
Adding more in small stages


This time I used the thicker pigment
It seemed harder to spread
It becomes real, more than a figment
The oils pop, like crimson red


The encaustic seemed the hardest
It takes more time, more patience
I feel I’m becoming a real artist
I’ve now learned the basics

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