Every canvas hides a dream,Every poem flows like a stream.When art and words stand side by side,A universe opens wide.
Where the brush pauses in thought,The pen writes feelings never taught.Together they paint what hearts see,A silent form of poetry.
Colors fall like gentle rain,Washing away the silent pain.A poem rises from the soul,Making broken stories whole.
A blank page waits in quiet grace,For dreams the heart wants to trace.With words and colors softly spread,A world of…