if i exist in a painting,
i live when i am viewed,
the trace of a glance..
brings me to life,
a detailed look..
and i am fully alive,
respiring and perspiring..
through the lines and shades,
nourished and nurtured..
through the colors and made,
i exist and extend..
with a each brush stroke,
for i am just a picture..
a painted canvas, a colored surface,
Author ~ Samin Jan
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