Watch every stroke of color
That grazes tender into a world
Of lovely life, into forever
Such gracefulness before my eyes
I watch what burns within a passion
Where they exist, and I do fade
As I drown myself deep in the lasting
Luminous texture that has its way
Of deeply resulting in all my dreams
And in these words I confess to how
They do seem to make me believe
What feelings they unveil with setting
The image, which never fails to touch
A soul like mine for the painter blooms
Beauty echoed right through a brush
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