Through My Eyes - Poem About Sunset

Blank canvas, colors ready to be mixed into another piece of art
From this deep well of inspiration that is never ending
Brushes dance on a white surface
Turning it into vibrant shades of fire and flames
Clouds made out of cotton candy
You almost want to reach your hand and grab them
Feel the sweet taste on your tongue

You take a step back, stop and stare at this painted canvas
Like you are the artist himself
You admire the beauty of spilled colors
Perfect combination of shades
Gentle yet vibrant
Muted yet screaming
Common yet never repeated
The most talented artist
The most quality supplies
The most brilliant ideas
The most unique repetition
There you find yourself staring at the same canvas but the art itself never felt so unque, different and magical

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Photos and poem by @nikolina

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