Poem
Under the brush, colors blend,
A face emerges, fragile, to defend.
Deep eyes, a story to tell,
Each shade, a secret to unveil.
Red lips, a silent whisper’s trace,
Pure emotions, a precious embrace.
The canvas speaks, a universal tongue,
An inner world, a life forever young.
Each brushstroke, a revelation clear,
A journey in the soul, an exploration dear.
In this work, a sincere beauty lies,
A burst of truth, a mystery that flies.
