He was the soft artist,
In mind and his touches
On the canvass, which
He drew many a modern art,
Soft to women falling
In love with tens of them
Marrying four, of them.
Damsels and their
Places of secret came
To life with his brushes,
So lithe, that even animals
Said a different language
In his so abstract an art.
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Your poem does justice to the art of Picasso. Your well chosen words bring him to life.