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The first rays of the sun illuminates the sky
Shades of red fill the vastness
The ocean reflecting the beauty
Slowly the colour changes
And in seconds everything seems different
Highlights of orange are all that’s left
Yellow dominating as the sun is first seen emerging at the horizon
The clear blue water now sparkling like embedded diamonds
A ship in the distance casts a shadow
A flock of early birds flying by
In a moment the scene again takes a turn
The artist splashing blue paint onto his canvas of creation
White blobs called clouds are then seen along with the spherical sun in the sky
The minimum amount of colour is added
And the masterpiece then left the way it is
For a whole day the artist contemplates about that single painting
Then by twilight another idea strikes
The canvas is once again worked upon
Paint flying hither tither
The azure now disappearing is being replaced with strokes of orange, pink, violet and indigo
The sun, a ball of red is hidden partially behind the clouds that are no longer white
Everything changes at a drastic rate
The flock of birds appearing a second time
But now at the other end of the canvas
The ship closer to the shore
And suddenly
Splayed on the canvas is black
And darkness is all there is left
The Cresent moon then takes the place of the sun reflecting it’s light
White dots the sky while the water reflects the constillations of stars
The painter finally satisfied hangs the canvas on the wall in the only spot devoid of any art
His last painting in place.
He stands in the centre of his masterpiece
The passion aflame in his eyes as he takes in the view
Every inch of the space covered with his art
While each canvas tells it’s own story
They could only be understood superficially when viewed individually
But together they summed up his life in a word
And that was spectacular...
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Golden Hues
PoesíaI've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
