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The artist dwells inside an unseen realm.
Where silence grows in hues of green.
Every stroke reveals a buried component.
An unsaid secret from the depths of one's heart.
The canvas turns into a chronicle of days.
a record of pleasure, of loss, of praise.
The brush is a voice, flaming and shaky,
Firm with optimism, weighed with yearning.
In colors, we see weight of grief.
The soft promise of a tomorrow brighter.
Loneliness under his grasp fades.
Changed into the beauty we know.
He demonstrates to us that suffering can shine like art.
Those pieces of love never really go away.
Every color tells tales no words could capture.
Every layer is a memory, a spark, an indication.
Though his reputation might disappear with time,
His work will remain soothing our concerns.
His paintings keep talking in silence.
Eternal whispers the world will seek.
