PALETTE OF DREAMS

In an age of old, when art did thrive,

An artist sat with canvas alive.

A wooden stool beneath his frame,

He dreamed of colors, his heart aflame.

His brush in hand, with steady grace,

He ventured forth, a wondrous chase.

An image danced within his mind,

A vision true, of a world to find.

Curiosity sparked, his eyes did gleam,

As his thoughts weaved a vibrant dream.

A smile adorned his eager face,

A glimpse of beauty, a secret embrace.

In hues and shades, he found delight,

Translating visions, day and night.

With every stroke, he told a tale,

Unveiling wonders, within his travail.

His thoughts swirled like a timeless sea,

An artist's mind, forever free.

Immersed in realms of boundless art,

He let his spirit play its part.

The backdrop set, an era's sway,

A world of art in vibrant display.

Amidst the grandeur of days long gone,

He found his solace, his soul's true song.

Each stroke he laid, a brush's caress,

A dance of colors, a gentle impress.

The canvas breathed, as he imparted,

His deepest longings, his passions charted.

And as he painted, his spirit soared,

In every line, a story roared.

For art was his language, his sacred verse,

An eternal dialogue, his heart's converse.

So, let the brush guide the artist's hand,

In this tapestry of a timeless land.

A symphony of colors, woven so fine,

An artist's journey, a glimpse divine.

(PROMPT – 26)