It was a canvas with voice.

Tight and constrained.

Earth supported with a

dampening sky.

Gold leafs brightened

from a silver candelabra.

Birds cold gray and three

flowers in need of water.

Shadows from a forest

with blue trees.

In the center a

precocious muse.

An expression to beguile

those with whispering

gazes and questions.

She commands the

colors and eyes

viewing her,

like the artist,

absorbed and captured


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