The skies made bluer
All is touched by the Sun's gold
And all is untouched by Time's 'Old'
In a painting, all is frozen
The subject or scenery from a single moment
The artists' brief yet passionate limerence
A single point in our space-time continuum
What you see is but a mirage
Underneath the concrete idea of the painting
The dashes of paint and the strokes of brushes
All you really see is the artist's visage
Their countenance made bold
By the language of colours and texture
Their personalities made bare
By the painting's essence and nature
If I can reveal to you my true feelings
And have you understand my feeble thoughts
On a canvas that spans skies and seas
My mind to you I'll paint transparent
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