Vincent

Mesmerized by his canvas, I fell into a deep silence.
 And felt the pain that stirred in his heart
 Oh, how he loved the simple peasants and captured their brilliance
 It was in his strokes he found a magical craft

 Any price placed on his exquisite creations
 Left a deep scare on his soul
 To that which is sold is no longer free
 To that which is left free on the dreams of time, remains whole

 In the days of your life, they called you insane
 Oh, what have they taken from you, Vincent?
 Your Glory perhaps, perhaps your fame.
 You gave them your soul, in wondrous magnificence. 
 On that starry starry night...

sadrhyme

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