A gift in the eyes, transformed to the hand,
To capture a moment, so frozen with ease,
Like a breath held tight, slowed down to observe,
And placed on canvas, a window a view,
The colours so vibrant, so vivid and bold,
Portray a true portal, of a sight which unfolds,
Unlike a photo, not perfect but flawed,
Yet it has its own life-force, it breathes it moves,
Not only in spirit, the emotions are bled,
And placed so flat, but stand out and alive,
Some views are obscure, and quaint in their way,
But others are calm, so soothing and warm,
The gift of the artist, the painter untold,
Their emotions of colour, still dazzle and speak........

Can you believe it?? She never stops and I wouldn't want her to..WILL :
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