By: Amoureax Amant
In gallery, paintings bloomed like blossom,
whose petal lasted like the stars in dome,
as though time couldn't fade painting's color,
as though dust couldn't blur painting's figure.
In showroom hall, painter felt like at home,
where walls filled with paintings whispered welcome,
perhaps ten centuries ago there was painter,
who came and left paintings for new comer.
In front of painting, painter watched fairy,
whose figure blossomed like summer lily,
and then posted fairy's paintings on wall,
in the paintings fairy like tree grew tall.
In gallery, painter watched his paintings,
as though fairy gave him the inspired wings.