The empty canvas stares with blank disdain,A silent void that mocks the human hand,The sculptor feels the heavy, patient pain,Of capturing what mortal mind has planned.But sudden light breaks through the heavy dark,The brush descends, the stubborn marble yields,The cold imagination strikes a spark,To paint the color of immortal fields.The chaos of the world is forced to bend,To match the order of the master's eye,The broken lines resolve into an end,That leaves a beauty that will never die.The ink is dry, the heavy labor done,The artist rests, his quiet victory won.
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