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Sweet Painter Fair
Thru her mind she travels to a time long ago. Where the faces come to meet her soul. With the strokes of color, she returns them to life. She captures their eyes, she makes them whole.
The many faces that she sees, of people long ago. A mother holding her child to her breast Innocence taken, left with tears As the baby sleeps in slumbered rest.
The starman with his eyes of light Power beyond on single life. Wisdom of ages, past thru time. Soft as a feather, sharp as a knife.
the thunder beings, outreached arms. Brave and tall, spirits shaken As he prays for no more harm.
The colors of the winds embrace, as she strokes the canvas bare. Open heart to see it all, they come because she cares.
For her brush is guided by her heart. As past and present, they ignite. And faces shine under moonlite skies, as she walks her footsteps light.
Today I honor her great gifts, for painted faces...she makes live. Tobacco and sage are burned for her. The hoop it turns for what she gives.
So close your eyes, sweet painter fair. Feel the spirits, how they care. Feel the winds and passing time. Feel creator's breath inside. Feel the sun shining bright. Feel the darkness and moonlight. Feel each day and those so near. For painter fair...they know you care.
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authored by greeneyessmiling Debbie Robbins 6/30/02
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