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A painter's brush falters and falls,
pausing sharply at the bloody blight
upon the faded, evergreen canvas
where blank was the imagination's wall.
The imagination, with land upon land,
felt empty beneath the fraudulent light
beaming down for the sake of the leaves
-- the leaves which fall, which care not at all.
The breadth of opportunity climbs,
while the windows close their blinds,
hiding away the dazzling treasures
to all but the bravest minds of fantasy's call.
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I can definitely relate to this. It happens a lot when I am painting. Very frustrating. I decided that in these moments I need to walk away when I get stuck, otherwise, I end up painting over it completely and regret doing so later.