Jean C. Bafia
To My Artist - Poem by Jean C. Bafia
My artist is a genius, the best you'll ever find,
For he can paint a rainbow and sunbeams in my mind;
I close my eyes and see his work, every shadow, every leaf,
Every ripple in a tranquil pond, or crashing wave against a reef.
I watch him with his brushes, a masterpiece his goal,
Shimmering on canvas, the reflections of his soul;
If I traveled to a gallery, with the finest works of art,
None could surpass the rapture, that he paints within my heart.
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