Ode to the Artist

Tender hues of lavender and gold

Graze through blue currents as seams unfold

With gentle strokes

Lingering on a moment to strum colorful tunes

Lyrical blooms of fingers coiled

Wholly surrendered and released

That is all it takes for you and me to be

Forever changed as floating figurines

On silent streams of forbidden forests

And I think to myself

From mischief and demise

I must paint him just one last time

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