In the quiet realm of paper and pencil,
A world unfolds with each delicate stroke,
Lines weave together, a silent recital,
As visions from the heart are awoke.
Shadows dance in the realm of graphite,
Creating depth where none had been before,
Each curve and contour, a lover’s sight,
A testament to the artist’s core.
Colors emerge from the monochrome,
A burst of life in every hue and tone,
Drawing breathes where words canât roam,
In sketches, stories are sown.
In every drawing, a soul is revealed,
A glimpse into the artistâs inner mind,
Through every shade, a truth concealed,
A masterpiece in every line.