In the quiet of the morning light,
A pencil meets the paperâs grace,
Lines that speak in gentle might,
Revealing whispers of a face.
Colors blend in whispered tones,
A palette of dreams and silent sighs,
Each stroke a song, each hue intones,
A world awakened in artistâs eyes.
Shadows dance with subtle flair,
Creating depths where none reside,
Light and dark in harmony rare,
On the canvas, they collide.
Visions breathe in every line,
A universe born from a single hand,
The art of drawing, pure and divine,
A timeless tale on paper spanned.