The Canvas of Constrast v2

Picasso's fractured forms, a jagged, broken line, A world of angles where my vision can't align. I yearn for harmony, a smooth, unbroken flow, But in your chaos, a hidden truth, I know. Monet's light, a gentle caress, a soothing balm, His brushstrokes whisper a calming, peaceful calm, The water's surface is a shimmering, liquid dream, Reflecting beauty, a world where all is serene. Yet, beneath the surface, a current runs deep, A hidden turmoil, secrets it won't keep. The willow weeps, a silent, mournful sigh, A testament to sorrow beneath a clear blue sky. A ray of hope, a beacon in the night, A fragile ember, struggling for its light. I chase the shadows, but they cling to me, A constant reminder of what I can't deny. The beauty of imperfection beneath a painted sky.