MASTERPIECE
An empty canvas awaiting to be filled
With colors and shades
Rests on a easel
Gazing At the whitened sky.
As it\'s sketched and portrayed
To an uncertain draft,
The lesions glints with blue.
The stolid brushes soared
And glides over with opaque white.
The palette enchants spells,
Blending paints and fervours.
The sketch is now suffused
With tints of wishes and reveries.
It was a sheer masterpiece,
With veiled lacuna.
The piece evinced: the rain without colours
will eventually end with an rainbow.
I came to senses.
I had forgetton to blink
and was pulled into
The world of expressionism.