Van Gogh's Joy
Sunbaked brick, a rosy hue,
Straw roof, a tangled, golden nest,
Big blue blanket, sky so high.
Two dark shapes, a silent pause,
Shadows stretch on dusty ground,
Blooms like scattered bits of joy.
Gray mill wheel, worn and old,
Stream whispers, a silver line,
Mountains far, a sleepy haze.
Swirls of paint, a joyful fight,
Van Gogh's heart, a burning flame,
Picture sings a world is reborn.
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