Figurative Poem
FALL IN ARTS
(Figurative)
You are the beauty of my art,
My canvass and my paint.
Like a Promethean pioneer full of art form
advances,
And the hue that gives life to my artwork.
Sat on a shingle beach,
Watching the huge orb of fiery ball set on horizon,
I limned the scene like a pro
Behold, I fell in love with the silhouette of the
man
Unexpectedly, you stoop up,
And cry out her name full of agony and despair.
My heart shatters into pieces,
Like a shore waiting the waves to stay.
Words and artwork : ME
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