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About This Poem
Art Renewed
Reborn the seeds of art, sacred pigments,
Sketching the blush of your sienna eyes.
A gaze clever to be painted softly.
Portraits of the past clearly conveyed,
Awakens your breath to inhale her charms.
Renew the sacred brush not to falter.
White canvas and chroma inspires,
Form and shape, the past of this sacred time.
Memory lives on in these painted words.
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