A skillfully painted watercolor is a
beautiful experience to see. The light
captured, frozen in that moment,
Defines the art and artist.
Every transparent watercolor awakens
forever your mind,
glows into your memories,
hallows this ephemeral and transitory
interval between birth and death.
Just as the dawn slides in on its rosy fingers,
kaleidoscope's its phenomenal colors across the landscape,
lovingly caressing your senses,
Mixing the now with your existence.
No medium can compare to
opening the mind and to
pouring out the detritus inured,
quickening the spirit's impression,
restoring the heart, soul, mind, and making all
senses breathe in the spirit of life,
telling you that there is a world
under this where beauty lives on forever.
Visually, poetry is watercolor.
Watercolor is poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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