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An artists unfinished painting
Colours of love with a felt tipped brush
The exquisite setting of the sun
Exhibits an array of horizons stretching far
Worshipping such a painting
Watchful of its wonders
Such a mysterious essence of rare harmony
Much like that of a beautiful woman
A portrait of admiration
Brushed to envelope her soul
Capturing it in a glass mirror
The Heavens have ruptured
Paint is spilled
He is creating yet another masterpiece
A porcelain vase,
retains a bouquet of the finest roses
Only for a brief moment do they last,
then drift away with the others
The unknown artist lies here
Here among the forgotten artworks
Down here by the riverside,
spews an enchanting peaceful dream
Shadowing the nightingale,
before the flickering candlelight
Here before the brume of the moon,
with the blood of a needle warm
On a silk rose petal,
I paint the woman I love