In the quiet realm where colors blend,
A canvas breathes with tales to send.
Each stroke a whisper, soft and bold,
A story of life waiting to be told.
Shadows dance in a silent choir,
Echoes of dreams that never tire.
The hues of dawn and dusk collide,
In this world where secrets hide.
The brush, a wand of magic grace,
Crafting worlds in a sacred space.
A silent symphony in every hue,
A timeless journey, ever new.
As the paint flows, emotions rise,
A tapestry beneath the skies.
In every shade, a heartbeatâs song,
A masterpiece where we belong.