For My Eyes: A Bloganuary Poem

When I close the blinds
and prying eyes don't look inside
an ease of my strokes
is much easier to find

It's by removing the lens
that I unearth again
the truth of creation
without any of the pretense

For the river never stops
whether you come to watch
or lest you forget
nature runs without clocks

Remember your worth
when there's no one around
paint what you feel
and so on and so forth

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