On a canvas white and bare, a world begins to bloom, With strokes of vibrant hues, dispelling all the gloom.…
In the stillness of the night, a brush begins to weave, A tapestry of dreams, where shadows softly cleave. Each…
In galleries vast and halls so grand, Where silent symphonies speak to the soul, Each brushstroke, a whisper, a hand,…
In the silent whispers of a blank canvas so pure, Lies a world of dreams, vivid and obscure. With every…