He lives through his sketches,
surviving on frugal meals
mostly bread and wine.
Night and Day,
are melancholic mirrors.
he keeps trespassing between them
ignoring the sense of time
creating a vortex of imaginary visions.
Countless Albino Butterflies,
bathe in his color palette.
color-soaked wings
now seek the blank canvas,
the kamikaze of hues is imminent,
for the art to strive
and the artist to escape,
the meddling reality
A beautiful piece!
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Thanks 🙂
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Choice of words is brilliant but the theme stole the limelight. Keep up the good work,friend!
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thanks 🙂
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thanks Shweta 🙂
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