Portraits I Paint

In the quiet of the studio's light, A canvas waits, both blank and bright. With a pencil, pastel or brush in hand, the colors blend, to capture souls, to transcend.

A whisper of blue, a hint of gold, Stories of the heart begin to unfold. Each line a journey, each shade a tale, In the world of portraits, emotions prevail.

A face that sparkles with laughter or tears, Reflecting the laughter, the hopes, the fears. A gaze that holds a thousand dreams, In the stillness of creativity, life softly gleams.

With shadows cast and light that plays, the portrait breathes, it dances, it sways. A moment captured, forever to stay, in hues of passion, come what may.

Each creative stroke whispers secrets untold, of love, of loss, of the brave and the bold. Through every layer, the spirit ignites, In the art of portraiture, the soul takes flight.

As the final stroke meets the canvas fair, A legacy lives in the colors laid bare. For in every portrait, a heartbeat remains, A testament to life, where beauty sustains.

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