I saw you today, in a painting.
The colors so vibrant like each time you were joyous and your eyes lit up.
Each curve woven like the outline of your body.
The texture left by the brush like the strands of your hair.
I saw you today, In a painting.
I didn't buy it, I didn't take a picture.
I sold it.
a nice write You must have been the artist and sokd the picture
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a nice write You must have been the artist and sold the picture