Poem
In the darkness, colors whisper low,
Hidden secrets, dreams that grow.
A face bathed in intense hues bright,
Each shade a dance, a cadence of light.
Closed eyes let the spirit roam,
Deep thoughts take a gentle home.
Lips seal stories from the past,
Whispers of love, memories that last.
The painting bursts in a symphony,
A blend of pain and melancholy.
Each color an emotion that thrives,
An inner world, where the heart survives.
