Work of Art
Clearly defined by
Remarkable lines and figures that
Surrounds color, which
Gives off tones
Soft and hard
Evenly masked
I stare
What is this I find my eyes hard to shift from?
With Picasso and Leonardo
To my left and my right
I assume the picture in front of me is Starry Night
Because all I see are stars in my eyes
But I realize it's not.
The picture in front of me is far more worthy
There are no blues,
There are no yellows,
Just even shades of brown
Illuminating a glorious presence
In my eyes
The image chase my thoughts
And now I'm breathless
I'm left still and a fixated
Never another to have left me feeling this way
I must say
You are simply a work of art.
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