A masterpiece or epic.

I imagine it’s like painting
Writing down some lines
on a large blank canvas
With a myriad of designs.

Your mind is all a clutter
Scattered words – colour codes
A brushstroke or a fountain pen
Awaiting to explode.

An idea it begins to build
At times it all depends
On that momentary motion
Who knows where it will end.

A masterpiece or epic
Only time will tell
For there is nothing sweeter
Than silver strokes in lines pastel.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )