Louvre Poem by Lemon Tea

A day at the Louvre Museum —
cast in museum light,
softened by the hums of ages,
sweetened by thoughts of admiration
gathering in the hearts of its beholders.
The infinite strokes of one moment,
crystallised into a stillness of eternity.
Masterpieces linger beneath quiet ceilings,
where centuries breathe softly through varnished light and shadow.
A gaze suspended upon canvas survives its maker,
while footsteps drift like passing tides
through chambers of immortal silence.
And somewhere between marble halls and painted skies,
human longing gathers still —
held within the fragile permanence of art.