With every stroke, a canvas comes alive,
A palette of emotions, colors swirl,
In artistry's embrace, dreams learn to thrive.
A dance of hues, where fantasies derive,
Each bristle whispers, every twist and twirl,
With every stroke, a canvas comes alive.
The painter's heart on linen does contrive,
A world unfolding, where emotions hurl,
In artistry's embrace, dreams learn to thrive.
From gentle whispers to a bold archive,
A masterpiece unfurls, the dreams unfurl,
With every stroke, a canvas comes alive.
In every stroke, a piece of soul must dive,
A tapestry of stories, threads that swirl,
In artistry's embrace, dreams learn to thrive.
The brush, a wand, enchantment does connive,
As strokes compose, in harmony unfurl,
With every stroke, a canvas comes alive,
In artistry's embrace, dreams learn to thrive.
About the Creator
Līva
World is interesting place. Scary, but worth living.
Nature is full of surprises and people are... well, people are something else.
Art is the best doctor.
Comments (2)
This was so beautifully done! Loved your poem!
I enjoyed this