The Complexion of Masterpiece

There are passive, 

objects that you examined 

through early statues.

There are emotions, 

that you preserved in those 

arranged albums.

There is history, 

that you documented 

that ascertained 

a generation.

There are novel life forms, 

that you provoked into verve.

There are untapped, 

landscapes that 

you elicited into the sunshine 

for the common mass.

There are stories, 

which created an upheaval 

with your hues.

There are life moments, 

that you captured as 

economical selfies.<

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There are sophisticated researches, and motion pictures, that shaped 

the realm to prosper humanity.

The monochromatic epochs gave a distinctive viewpoint for viewers.

as darkness and hues defined your eternity.

The world was intertwined with 

your crafted sign language, 

where journalism and art got a new eternity through your labor.

The frozen moment by an artist 

with your senses is the 

birth of a poem.

The immortal organs of 

humans can endure, 

after extinction.

There are myriad souls 

yet awaiting to read the 

the complexion of poetry.