Ephemeral Muse: Whispers on Canvas
On the canvas of time, a muse is etched,
In strokes of beauty, her visage sketched.
Hair like woven strands of silken streams,
Flowing in the gentle embrace of dreams.
Her eyes, deep pools of thoughtful grace,
Reflecting the world, yet not its pace.
A soft gaze that speaks without words,
Serenading silently like unseen birds.
The backdrop, a wash of watercolor hues,
Blending the lines where reality diffuses.
Her dress, a whisper of fabric's fall,
Capturing the light, she captivates all.
She is the ephemeral, the brush's dance,
Caught between the real and the trance.
A fleeting moment of purity and truth,
A timeless youth, an immortal youth.
In this art, her story is softly told,
A narrative in shades, bold yet cold.
Step softly, for here beauty resides,
In the muse's gaze where serenity hides.
On this canvas, let your thoughts unfurl,
As the muse's whispers into the world swirl.
A vision of grace, from the artist's hand,
Where art meets soul in the painted land.
Ephemeral Muse: Whispers on Canvas
On the canvas of time, a muse is etched,
In strokes of beauty, her visage sketched.
Hair like woven strands of silken streams,
Flowing in the gentle embrace of dreams.
Her eyes, deep pools of thoughtful grace,
Reflecting the world, yet not its pace.
A soft gaze that speaks without words,
Serenading silently like unseen birds.
The backdrop, a wash of watercolor hues,
Blending the lines where reality diffuses.
Her dress, a whisper of fabric's fall,
Capturing the light, she captivates all.
She is the ephemeral, the brush's dance,
Caught between the real and the trance.
A fleeting moment of purity and truth,
A timeless youth, an immortal youth.
In this art, her story is softly told,
A narrative in shades, bold yet cold.
Step softly, for here beauty resides,
In the muse's gaze where serenity hides.
On this canvas, let your thoughts unfurl,
As the muse's whispers into the world swirl.
A vision of grace, from the artist's hand,
Where art meets soul in the painted land.