Art of Nostalgia
Line bends into curve into arm into girl,
Who dances across a flat plane
Filled with many dimensions.
Colors splash, colors dash, colors slash
Across a white ocean of canvas,
Influenced by the round sweeps of the artist.
Drip, drip, drip from the round to the flat,
Which gathers ridges and valleys from brush
Slinging paint like strike of lightning.
Fleeting moments caught like fireflies in a jar,
Already gone yet there sits a constant reminder
Of the girl who once danced with that carefree smile.
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