Untouchable Beauty
the portrait model in exact the same,
the artist starts to paint again,
a flower here, a flower there,
a mountain terrain, a breeze in the air,
the canvas once empty, no portrait in view,
he scrambled for the right brush to use,
to catch the sunset as time ticked away,
to paint the beautiful scenery he may never see again,
only here for a moment, tomorrow may not look the same,
to capture the detailed beauty he saw for today,
overwhelming love and admiration that could only be seen,
incased in his heart, and his memory.
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