In the quiet of a solitary room, she stands,
Canvas wide, welcoming the strokes of her hand.
Each color whispers secrets long untold,
As visions of beauty and stories unfold.
Her eyes, a kaleidoscope of hope and despair,
Capture the essence of life with tender care.
Every line drawn, a testament to her soul,
Where the chaos of the world finds its role.
She paints the dawn with hues of golden grace,
In every shade, her dreams find their place.
The brush’s dance, a silent serenade,
A melody in colors that will never fade.
As the day fades to a twilight’s gentle hue,
Her heart, the artist, finds peace anew.
In the gallery of stars, her work will shine,
A timeless echo of the artist’s mind.