Poetry: The Whispers of the Canvas

Standing in front of the canvas, what a sight,
Colors swirling, textures feeling just right.
Deep blues call out, like secrets to explore,
Vibrant greens buzz with life, leaving us wanting more.

Each brushstroke feels like a story to share,
Leading us to places where we float in the air.
It’s all so quiet, yet alive with a vibe,
A true heart-to-heart, where creativity thrives.

Questions bubble up, and connections start to glow,
Art’s voice is gentle, guiding us to grow.
Not just for the eyes, but something to feel,
The artist’s soul shines through, revealing the real.

In this painted world, reality blends,
A forever chat, art’s magic extends.

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  1. vermavkv Avatar

    Beautiful poem.

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    1. Keito + Kanvas Avatar

      Awwh… Thank you!

      Liked by 1 person

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